I almost called this Medicated Joy but thought it a bit too ironic. Apply Happy As Needed worked better since that is what we do. We inject our lives with just enough of what we think we need to get by, not joyously perhaps, but with enough balm that we don't dwell on the pain too much. I don't think happiness is an ointment to rub on; it's more an elixir to be taken internally. This is a 6 by 4 inch gel pen drawing and another self-medicated example of that ironic Original Jones Art we've all come to love at a distance and ignore wholeheartedly in the suburbs of Austin, Texas.