“The mens don’t know, but the little girls understand”. So sang the Doors, and originally, Howling Wolf. The Back Door Man was the guy doing his “midnight creep”, slipping in the rear of someones house and having his way with another man’s wife (not to be confused with a guy who has an anal fetish – that’s another type of back door man). He’s the guy doin’ it on the sly. Other men may be totally unawares, but the little girls aren’t, they understand.
I shouldn’t listen to a lot of blues when I sit down nightly and start to draw. Too many weird thoughts run through my mind. And that distracts me from drawing my increasingly more and more abstract drawings. This is compounded by my laughing so hard, that I lose my train of thought, thinking that what I just thought was the greatest thing on earth, until I later read it and think, “Wow, what a bunch of bullshit”.
I am by the way, a total Front Door man. If The Wife caught me at the back door, she’d throw me out the front.