“When we first met, he’d asked to see my sketchbook, just assumed I had one on me – which I did – and we’d talked shop happily together about pens and pencils all night. I wanted more of that. Yeah. Someone who actually took me seriously as an artist. Who would also have sex with me. In a last-ditch attempt to get his attention, I sat down and scribbled a bunch of what I can only recall and describe as hilariously bad “cartoon-like objects,” then called him to say I needed to show him some drawings and get his advice.” - the one and only Carolita Johnson kicks off a new Oldster Magazine series, “What I Did for Love.”