In San Francisco's legendary Fisherman's Wharf, a rare breed of artists can be found practicing their time-honored craft. They are the caricaturists. To some, these people are nothing more than the assholes of the art world--mere buffoons who exaggerate and contort one's features into something vaguely human, while lingering tourists look on, idiotically grinning, as if they'd just witnessed the birth of a baby deer.
But to others, like myself, caricature artists are wise, intuitive bohemians who, for a small cash compensation, use the language of the canvas to reveal hidden truth....
