Falling Down

     Jessica fell down again last night, but she was okay.  I worry about her sometimes.  Then again, I worry about myself, too, with good reason.
     Part of being a good alcoholic is knowing when to call it quits, and go home.
     Otherwise, you risk losing faction points.
     The only memory you should ever give a bartender is the thought of a good tip.  Then they think of you well, if they think of you at all.  ( This is really good advice. )


     Anyway, it was a good night of cards.  I won a couple of games.  My opponents weren't too happy about that.
     Truck 'em.  They would kill me with no mercy at any given moment.

     The whole show is going to start again in a couple of hours.

     I did my napkin art thing at the cafe, and I thought about last night.  Not too much to think about.  The same old people show up at the bar every night.  I see the same old people doing the same old thing.  It bores me.

     This happens at the cafe, too, where I just see people sit there, and they stare into space.  They don't even bring a book.  They expect others to entertain them.  There are those who entertain themselves and others, and there are those who expect to be entertained.

     I was thinking today, "Dang, I wish others would entertain me."

     I put on a show every day with my art.

     The thing I hate is when people look and stare and they don't say a word.  I already made the art, does that mean I have to reel them in, too?  It probably does.  It is hard to be a working artist, salesman, and friend all at the same time.  I admire anyone who can do it.  ( I'm getting better at this.  I now call it 'pulling teeth' where I have to work hard to reel in a potential customer because sometimes they are too shy to talk to me about my art.  When they stare at me and what I'm doing, it drives me insane.  I wish they would just say 'hello'.  Instead, I have to initiate.  It's a pain in the ass to do, but it looks like I have to do it from now on. )


     I could definitely use some people skills, that is for sure.  But then, on the other hand, I don't want to be a kiss ass, and sell to any random person who comes by.  Most people at the cafe don't have any money to spend on my art, anyhow.  Otherwise, they would have bought from me by now.  ( I'll sell to anybody at this point.  It doesn't matter anymore. )

     Anyway, I have to gear up for another night of napkin art at the bar.  The hardest part of the job is making myself get there.

     I forgot who is 'Red Wine Jessica' and who is 'White Wine Jessica'.  I'll have to find out again tonight.

     ( Red Wine wears the strawberry cap.  White Wine is the talker. )

     Wish me luck, and thanks for reading.

     I don't know what I am going to do with 'The Drunken News' yet.  I'm going to play it by ear.

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Author's notes

     1.  Ooh, mentioning the 'Jessicas'.