I haven't written on this blog for two days.
Instead, my drunken writings have found their way onto facebook.
I write too much on facebook when I am drunk.
It can't be good, yet I do it anyway.
I am pretty sure I annoy people with all of my posts.
Sometimes I feel so bad when I wake up the next day, that I can't bear to read what I wrote.
I just hope that I didn't embarrass myself too much, but you know what they say about hope.
Anyway, Tony The Old Man Busboy has a new camera. That doesn't exactly make me feel comfortable. He photographed me twice in two days. The first time he said that he was just using me as a test. Then somehow he decided to photograph me when I was walking.
What does he need photos of me for?
It isn't as if he asks, either. He just shoots away.
I shouldn't make a big deal about it. I don't think he thinks much of any photo of me in it.
My guess is he is practicing so he can take pictures of girls. He is learning how to use his camera.
He is very sneaky with it, but not sneaky enough.
There are two ways to go with a camera in a bar. Be really sneaky so no one knows you took the picture, or be polite, and just ask. Either way, no one is offended.
Napkin art sales have been way down. I will try again tonight.
It was Red Wine Jessica's birthday party on Wednesday. It was a nice spread. I ate well. Then I bought her a glass of red wine the next day.
The bar is a pizza parlor two nights a week now. That is my little joke.
Meanwhile, I've been enjoying talking to people here and there. The napkin art helps me to be more sociable. That is a good thing.
I've even enjoyed talking to Sweater Sam. Maybe we have more of an understanding now. I do like his laugh. It is funny. When he laughs, he does it in a big burst.
Talking to Coffee James depends on how drunk I am, and what mood I am in.
Then there are what I call 'The Vultures'. The people that just sit there, drink, and stare. They don't seem to do much of anything. I have a hard time believing they have active, busy lives outside of the bar.
I think they probably sit around most of the day.
Nothing else comes to mind right now, except that I should always be careful, and not get too drunk. It isn't good.
I talk too much when I am drunk, and no one wants to hear that.
Friday, April 19, 2013
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Quality You'll Rave About
( I photographed this from the side of a laundry truck, of course. I felt it was a fitting theme, since 'The Drunken News' often deals with 'dirty laundry'. )
( My mother used to hate it when I would sing that song 'Dirty Laundry' by Eric Clapton around the house. )
( Of course, I didn't really know what 'dirty laundry' meant at the time. I thought it meant 'dirty clothes'. )
A: How did it go last night?
B: It went pretty good.
A: Oh yeah?
B: Yeah, we went to Davies Symphony Hall, and saw 'Dead Can Dance'.
A: How were they?
B: They were fantastic. I'm still thinking of the angelic singing. It was like she was an elf from 'Lord of the
Rings'.
A: That sounds cool.
B: It was.
A: I wish I could have gone.
B: Yeah, I was lucky to get a ticket. You can see them on youtube. There is a lot of stuff there. It is almost
as good as going to the concert. Hearing it live is slightly better, though. The sound is more warm than
any machine can reproduce. Nothing is better than the real thing, you know.
A: Yeah, I know.
B: Otherwise, the food was outrageously good at Suppenkuche, a German restaurant. I had the meatloaf.
It was wrapped in bacon on the sides. Talk about a guilty pleasure. It tasted so good, I felt like I was
sinning with every bite. The mashed potatoes I am still thinking about. Mmmmm, yummy.
A: I am drooling.
B: Yeah, you would if you were there.
A: Mmmmm, I'll have to go there.
B: We had enough people so we were able to reserve a table. It was good to have a nice dinner with
friends. We had a good time.
A: Anything else happen?
B: My friend showed me the 'smoking balcony'. Rich people smoke, you know, so they had a special place
for us smokers to go to, and enjoy the scenery of the city. Crappy venues don't have nice smoking
lounges. All I can say is that 'smokers are people, too'.
A: I'll take a note of that.
B: Okay. Anyway, then I walked home, and I listened to more 'Dead Can Dance' on youtube, and fell
asleep to it. I slept well.
A: Okay.
B: To be honest, I was almost falling asleep at the concert. The music almost put me in a dream-like state.
A: Okay.
B: The only thing moving on stage was the percussionist, so it got a little boring visually, even with the light
projections.
A: Well, I got to go now. I got some things to do.
B: Okay.
B: It went pretty good.
A: Oh yeah?
B: Yeah, we went to Davies Symphony Hall, and saw 'Dead Can Dance'.
A: How were they?
B: They were fantastic. I'm still thinking of the angelic singing. It was like she was an elf from 'Lord of the
Rings'.
A: That sounds cool.
B: It was.
A: I wish I could have gone.
B: Yeah, I was lucky to get a ticket. You can see them on youtube. There is a lot of stuff there. It is almost
as good as going to the concert. Hearing it live is slightly better, though. The sound is more warm than
any machine can reproduce. Nothing is better than the real thing, you know.
A: Yeah, I know.
B: Otherwise, the food was outrageously good at Suppenkuche, a German restaurant. I had the meatloaf.
It was wrapped in bacon on the sides. Talk about a guilty pleasure. It tasted so good, I felt like I was
sinning with every bite. The mashed potatoes I am still thinking about. Mmmmm, yummy.
A: I am drooling.
B: Yeah, you would if you were there.
A: Mmmmm, I'll have to go there.
B: We had enough people so we were able to reserve a table. It was good to have a nice dinner with
friends. We had a good time.
A: Anything else happen?
B: My friend showed me the 'smoking balcony'. Rich people smoke, you know, so they had a special place
for us smokers to go to, and enjoy the scenery of the city. Crappy venues don't have nice smoking
lounges. All I can say is that 'smokers are people, too'.
A: I'll take a note of that.
B: Okay. Anyway, then I walked home, and I listened to more 'Dead Can Dance' on youtube, and fell
asleep to it. I slept well.
A: Okay.
B: To be honest, I was almost falling asleep at the concert. The music almost put me in a dream-like state.
A: Okay.
B: The only thing moving on stage was the percussionist, so it got a little boring visually, even with the light
projections.
A: Well, I got to go now. I got some things to do.
B: Okay.
Monday, April 15, 2013
A: How did it go last night?
B: I was upset playing 'Magic The Gathering'. I don't like playing that game anymore with one of the
players. He takes too long on his turns, and he throws off my rhythm. Also, he has all the time in the
world. He has invented the ten minute turn, where me and my other friend just have to sit there while
he makes a decision. There are other things I could be doing with my time, like making art.
A: So, how does it make you feel?
B: The whole thing makes me feel terrible. Now I am writing about it. I just don't feel like there is any
point in playing this stupid card game anymore. My friend and I used to get in six or seven games in
a session; now, we are lucky to get in three or four with Mr. Slow Poke. Then, in addition, he always
has to tell us how sad everything is if something doesn't go his way.
A: What are you going to do about all this?
B: I'm going to quit, or at least limit my playing to one or two games until I can't take it anymore. Plus,
he doesn't like art, doesn't like what I do, and is basically condescending towards me as a person.
I don't need that crap. The game isn't about having fun anymore for me. Also, he plays the same cards
week after week with this power deck of his, and it gets so tedious. It makes me feel like I am done,
completely done.
A: I see.
B: Then, it puts me in a bad mood for the rest of the night as I try to regain my sense of self. It's not fun.
A: So what happened after you played your card game?
B: Then a couple of other friends showed up. One guy was sloshed and insulting my good friend, and that
was not fun, either. He was talking too much while I was trying to paint, and he actually said, "I'm sorry,
I'm a negative person. He wasn't kidding, and I didn't need his negative vibe around me.
A: So....
B: So the rest of the night went pretty well, and I calmed down. I don't need another person to hang out
with most of the time. I just need to have my own table, and paint. Doing this allows me to sell my art,
which I can't do enough of, since I always need money. But wait...aw, damn....the bad drummer across
the hall is practicing his drums. That sucks. I wish he was a better player. I actually like the sound of
drums, but this guy's chops aren't very good. He can't just do a steady beat. He tries to get all speedy,
and be like Kieth Moon, but he doesn't have the talent or the skill. At least the sound is muffled some-
what, so I'll survive it.
A: Anything else you want to talk about?
B: Not right now. I can't think of much else that I want to get off my chest.
A: Okay, that will be $100.
B: You're not cheap. I had to make and sell twenty napkin arts just to talk to you. Damn.
A: If you want the best, you have to cough up the cash.
* * * * *
A: Damn, I just talked to my therapist. He charged me a hundred dollars. There are better things I can do
with that kind of money.
B: Yeah, it sucks.
A: I do feel better, though. The events of last night really bothered me. I didn't even tell him everything.
B: What didn't you tell him?
A: About this woman who talks too much, and how I feel traumatized by her.
B: Really?
A: Yeah, there is no polite way to escape her once she starts talking. Then she gets mad if you excuse your-
self from the conversation. She is a one way street as it is, so it isn't really a conversation in the first
place. It's like, she talks, and you listen, but you have to nod your head in agreement at key points,
and say a couple of encouraging words to vindicate what she is talking about. It is like being held
hostage is what it feels like, and I don't like it.
B: It sounds awful.
A: It is. She is a heavy alcoholic, and it pains me to even listen to her. She drones on for hours. She does
have some charm, though...I mean, she isn't completely boring. She does have things to say about
various topics. And she is a forgiving person, she lets bygones be bygones. That part of her is really
good...but I really enjoy and prefer the silence. Actually, I just want to hear the music from the stereo
and jam out with my art work. It works really good, to paint alongside the music. I always get inter-
rupted from being able to do that. There is always someone talking loud, usually at the table next to
mine. It is really bothersome.
B: That is the price of doing business.
A: Yeah, I guess so.
B: Always look at the bright side of life.
A: Yeah, but it ain't always easy, brother.
B: I know, but at least try.
A: Okay.
B: I got to go take a piss.
A: That is way too much information right now.
* * * * *
A: I did get to eat some home-made brownies last night, and I sold an art piece, so that was good.
B: I'm glad.
A: So the night wasn't a total loss.
B: That is good.
A: It is just that things happen, and I get so affected. I'm hyper-sensitive about everything. I can't help it.
I'm an artist. I feel everything, and it gets to be too much sometimes.
B: I know what you mean. It is like you are trying to carry the world on your shoulders, and that is impos-
sible.
A: Yeah, I know...I tried that for years, and it didn't work at all. It was way too much. So I gave up on
that. Sometimes you have to let things slip by the wayside.
B: Yup.
A: I still feel this tremendous responsibility, though, to be more than what I am. It's hard to have this kind of
pressure.
B: I know what you mean.
A: Okay, well, I got to get out of here...I got some things to do and take care of.
B: Okay, I will talk to you later.
A: Okay, bye.
B: Bye.
B: I was upset playing 'Magic The Gathering'. I don't like playing that game anymore with one of the
players. He takes too long on his turns, and he throws off my rhythm. Also, he has all the time in the
world. He has invented the ten minute turn, where me and my other friend just have to sit there while
he makes a decision. There are other things I could be doing with my time, like making art.
A: So, how does it make you feel?
B: The whole thing makes me feel terrible. Now I am writing about it. I just don't feel like there is any
point in playing this stupid card game anymore. My friend and I used to get in six or seven games in
a session; now, we are lucky to get in three or four with Mr. Slow Poke. Then, in addition, he always
has to tell us how sad everything is if something doesn't go his way.
A: What are you going to do about all this?
B: I'm going to quit, or at least limit my playing to one or two games until I can't take it anymore. Plus,
he doesn't like art, doesn't like what I do, and is basically condescending towards me as a person.
I don't need that crap. The game isn't about having fun anymore for me. Also, he plays the same cards
week after week with this power deck of his, and it gets so tedious. It makes me feel like I am done,
completely done.
A: I see.
B: Then, it puts me in a bad mood for the rest of the night as I try to regain my sense of self. It's not fun.
A: So what happened after you played your card game?
B: Then a couple of other friends showed up. One guy was sloshed and insulting my good friend, and that
was not fun, either. He was talking too much while I was trying to paint, and he actually said, "I'm sorry,
I'm a negative person. He wasn't kidding, and I didn't need his negative vibe around me.
A: So....
B: So the rest of the night went pretty well, and I calmed down. I don't need another person to hang out
with most of the time. I just need to have my own table, and paint. Doing this allows me to sell my art,
which I can't do enough of, since I always need money. But wait...aw, damn....the bad drummer across
the hall is practicing his drums. That sucks. I wish he was a better player. I actually like the sound of
drums, but this guy's chops aren't very good. He can't just do a steady beat. He tries to get all speedy,
and be like Kieth Moon, but he doesn't have the talent or the skill. At least the sound is muffled some-
what, so I'll survive it.
A: Anything else you want to talk about?
B: Not right now. I can't think of much else that I want to get off my chest.
A: Okay, that will be $100.
B: You're not cheap. I had to make and sell twenty napkin arts just to talk to you. Damn.
A: If you want the best, you have to cough up the cash.
* * * * *
A: Damn, I just talked to my therapist. He charged me a hundred dollars. There are better things I can do
with that kind of money.
B: Yeah, it sucks.
A: I do feel better, though. The events of last night really bothered me. I didn't even tell him everything.
B: What didn't you tell him?
A: About this woman who talks too much, and how I feel traumatized by her.
B: Really?
A: Yeah, there is no polite way to escape her once she starts talking. Then she gets mad if you excuse your-
self from the conversation. She is a one way street as it is, so it isn't really a conversation in the first
place. It's like, she talks, and you listen, but you have to nod your head in agreement at key points,
and say a couple of encouraging words to vindicate what she is talking about. It is like being held
hostage is what it feels like, and I don't like it.
B: It sounds awful.
A: It is. She is a heavy alcoholic, and it pains me to even listen to her. She drones on for hours. She does
have some charm, though...I mean, she isn't completely boring. She does have things to say about
various topics. And she is a forgiving person, she lets bygones be bygones. That part of her is really
good...but I really enjoy and prefer the silence. Actually, I just want to hear the music from the stereo
and jam out with my art work. It works really good, to paint alongside the music. I always get inter-
rupted from being able to do that. There is always someone talking loud, usually at the table next to
mine. It is really bothersome.
B: That is the price of doing business.
A: Yeah, I guess so.
B: Always look at the bright side of life.
A: Yeah, but it ain't always easy, brother.
B: I know, but at least try.
A: Okay.
B: I got to go take a piss.
A: That is way too much information right now.
* * * * *
A: I did get to eat some home-made brownies last night, and I sold an art piece, so that was good.
B: I'm glad.
A: So the night wasn't a total loss.
B: That is good.
A: It is just that things happen, and I get so affected. I'm hyper-sensitive about everything. I can't help it.
I'm an artist. I feel everything, and it gets to be too much sometimes.
B: I know what you mean. It is like you are trying to carry the world on your shoulders, and that is impos-
sible.
A: Yeah, I know...I tried that for years, and it didn't work at all. It was way too much. So I gave up on
that. Sometimes you have to let things slip by the wayside.
B: Yup.
A: I still feel this tremendous responsibility, though, to be more than what I am. It's hard to have this kind of
pressure.
B: I know what you mean.
A: Okay, well, I got to get out of here...I got some things to do and take care of.
B: Okay, I will talk to you later.
A: Okay, bye.
B: Bye.
Sunday, April 14, 2013
It was a bust last night. I only sold one napkin art, and traded another one for a Raineer Ale.
I wasn't sitting at my regular table. I thought I would try something else. It didn't work too good.
It is better when I sit in the back.
Meanwhile, it is like the Mos Eisley cantina sometimes, with eyes watching everything. I can think of one guy who is like a vulture, sitting on his perch viewing the landscape.
He makes me feel uncomfortable.
But hey, I did have a good time. My coffers were not lined with galactic credits last night, though. I was a little disappointed.
A couple of people really liked my art, however. That made me feel good.
Overall, it was kind of a slow night. There was nothing anybody could do about that.
All I can do is try again tonight.
I wasn't sitting at my regular table. I thought I would try something else. It didn't work too good.
It is better when I sit in the back.
Meanwhile, it is like the Mos Eisley cantina sometimes, with eyes watching everything. I can think of one guy who is like a vulture, sitting on his perch viewing the landscape.
He makes me feel uncomfortable.
But hey, I did have a good time. My coffers were not lined with galactic credits last night, though. I was a little disappointed.
A couple of people really liked my art, however. That made me feel good.
Overall, it was kind of a slow night. There was nothing anybody could do about that.
All I can do is try again tonight.
Saturday, April 13, 2013
For the most part in the bar, he is a social butterfly.
He is sitting next to 'Coffee James', another person who could use his time better.
I wish this guy would hang out in some other part of town.
He eats the 'Vacu Rub'. I am not kidding. He dips his fingers into the jar, and eats the stuff. I've seen him do it at least twenty times.
He is out of his mind. He talks to himself, and he sometimes yells at people.
I wish he would just go away.
I've heard stories about this guy. My source material is from a cop. I heard he has a rape history. I've also heard that he has chased Vera down the street.
He likes the women, that is for sure, but he is way too aggressive.
He won't be getting an invite to my next party.
Thursday, April 11, 2013
The Poet's Group commandeered six or seven tables last night to celebrate two birthdays.
Pizza was served, along with some other food, which I didn't touch. I didn't even know whose birthdays it was.
The Poets might have more pizza tonight. I've seen them do it two nights in a row before.
Poets always get in my way. If it isn't them standing in the middle of the aisle talking loud, or just taking up space, the smell of food permeates the bar, which makes people think more about food, and less about art.
I need people thinking about art. Specifically, my art, so they will buy it. I don't need the smell of 'Meat Lovers Pizza' around.
Anyway, I think as poets they do more talking than writing, but that is just my opinion. Though, a couple of people I know agree with me.
Meanwhile, I was trying to avoid 'White Wine Jessica' all night, and then she talked to me, and we had a polite conversation. I was friendly to her, and showed her my lighter that has an attachment that makes a 'pop' sound when you pull it off the lighter.
Some people showed up for my napkin art, so I hung out with them. I produced some Lego napkin art for this nice lady who I met before. Then her friend bought some napkin art, so I was happy.
Earlier in the evening, the two nice stripper girls from Europe talked to me. They want to come paint with me sometime, and I said, "You are welcome to do that any time."
They are very attractive ladies, and nice people, too.
I usually don't sell much on Wednesdays at all, so I was happy.
Also, Charlie hung out, and it was a good time.
Pizza was served, along with some other food, which I didn't touch. I didn't even know whose birthdays it was.
The Poets might have more pizza tonight. I've seen them do it two nights in a row before.
Poets always get in my way. If it isn't them standing in the middle of the aisle talking loud, or just taking up space, the smell of food permeates the bar, which makes people think more about food, and less about art.
I need people thinking about art. Specifically, my art, so they will buy it. I don't need the smell of 'Meat Lovers Pizza' around.
Anyway, I think as poets they do more talking than writing, but that is just my opinion. Though, a couple of people I know agree with me.
Meanwhile, I was trying to avoid 'White Wine Jessica' all night, and then she talked to me, and we had a polite conversation. I was friendly to her, and showed her my lighter that has an attachment that makes a 'pop' sound when you pull it off the lighter.
Some people showed up for my napkin art, so I hung out with them. I produced some Lego napkin art for this nice lady who I met before. Then her friend bought some napkin art, so I was happy.
Earlier in the evening, the two nice stripper girls from Europe talked to me. They want to come paint with me sometime, and I said, "You are welcome to do that any time."
They are very attractive ladies, and nice people, too.
I usually don't sell much on Wednesdays at all, so I was happy.
Also, Charlie hung out, and it was a good time.
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
It was a slow night last night. I didn't sell a thing.
At least I didn't have to listen to a single g**d*** word from White Wine Jessica. She never showed up. Her droning and carrying on gets to me. Can you tell?
Anyway, at least I made some progress with my napkin art. It was more of a production night. From time to time, it is nice to have a slow night, because then I can just concentrate on painting and beer drinking.
My friend Charlie showed up. He is fun to hang out with from time to time.
He is a supporter. He actually owns at least twenty of my napkin art paintings that he payed full price for.
He is nice. He often makes sure I have a fresh can of Raineer.
It isn't as fun to do the Drunken News on facebook anymore, because of facebook deleting a couple of my posts. I don't need facebook as an editor. It is the last thing I need.
My resolve on facebook is to just keep it light, and I'll do my smack talk here if need be.
No one should ever be offended if I write smack about anybody. It's free advertising. I would kill to have anybody write about me, instead of getting ignored all the time. I do get tired of tooting my own horn all the time. It's a drag. I need people who will respond to some external stimuli.
One Way Conversations...you ever get into one of those? I found myself in yet another one last night. My job is to nod my head and say 'yeah' at the appropriate times, and to listen.
I don't smoke pot. I don't enjoy it. I've taken hits from time to time, but it isn't really my thing. I don't like the feeling of confusion. It is hard for me to think when I am on pot. I don't like it. Plus, it makes me cough really bad, and that is no fun. Feeling a nice buzz from a beer is much better.
At least I didn't have to listen to a single g**d*** word from White Wine Jessica. She never showed up. Her droning and carrying on gets to me. Can you tell?
Anyway, at least I made some progress with my napkin art. It was more of a production night. From time to time, it is nice to have a slow night, because then I can just concentrate on painting and beer drinking.
My friend Charlie showed up. He is fun to hang out with from time to time.
He is a supporter. He actually owns at least twenty of my napkin art paintings that he payed full price for.
He is nice. He often makes sure I have a fresh can of Raineer.
It isn't as fun to do the Drunken News on facebook anymore, because of facebook deleting a couple of my posts. I don't need facebook as an editor. It is the last thing I need.
My resolve on facebook is to just keep it light, and I'll do my smack talk here if need be.
No one should ever be offended if I write smack about anybody. It's free advertising. I would kill to have anybody write about me, instead of getting ignored all the time. I do get tired of tooting my own horn all the time. It's a drag. I need people who will respond to some external stimuli.
One Way Conversations...you ever get into one of those? I found myself in yet another one last night. My job is to nod my head and say 'yeah' at the appropriate times, and to listen.
I don't smoke pot. I don't enjoy it. I've taken hits from time to time, but it isn't really my thing. I don't like the feeling of confusion. It is hard for me to think when I am on pot. I don't like it. Plus, it makes me cough really bad, and that is no fun. Feeling a nice buzz from a beer is much better.
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
I don't see what the point is, since it doesn't work.
It is disgusting to see these old codgers try to slobber over the nubiles.
It is creepy.
I don't approach women at all.
Then again, I've got my napkin art table.
I let them come to me.
Then I look up around the room and see other men looking my way, giving me crusty looks.
The Latin Dog & Pony Show makes sure that every girl who enters North Beach either gets kissed on the hand or on the cheek.
It is funny because I never see them hanging out with Ricky Ricardo.
It is a new Babaloo every night.
For the most part, last night was pleasant.
I sold some napkin arts.
I was happy.
I even got to talk to some girls who looked through my napkin art.
I looked up, and saw Neil Diamond looking my way.
For someone who doesn't think very highly of me, he sure does pay attention to what I do.
I hope he finds something better to do, which I know is unlikely.
I don't think very highly of him, either.
Then you've got Big Mike, who called me a 'lying moron' because I said I didn't have any cigarettes on me when we were outside.
I always leave them in my coat so I don't have to give them to people.
Then you've got two drunken Jessicas. What a pleasure it is to talk to them when they are hammered.
Back to Neil Diamond. He told me a couple of weeks ago that people think of me only as a guy out to get attention.
It is a lot more than that.
He just wants to belittle me, and to make me feel small.
I know what he is up to.
I've seen him in action.
Anyway, I am going to try not to talk too much smack on facebook. I will keep that place more pc.
I will do my smack talk here.
I did meet many nice people last night. The napkin art makes me into a more friendly person, and accommodates conversation.
I can still be a dick from time to time, but I am trying to avoid that.
I didn't make a profit last night. I only sold four napkin arts, but it paid for my night out, and I had a good time.
I love what I do. I have never had a job that I have liked more.
Some people have a problem with what I do, but it is not my problem.
Over the past year, I have been able to make all kinds of friends, and to cement certain friendships where we were just acquaintances before. It is really nice.
On some level, I feel like I am an active participant in society.
It is unusual for me, but I like it.
Napkin art is a real game changer for me.
I'll keep doing it until they tell me I can't.
If that ever happened, I will just find some other joint.
As long as I behave myself, that won't happen for a while.
Monday, April 8, 2013
I just stopped playing Clone Wars Adventures, so that I could write this entry. ( I play too much of that game. )
Anyway, I can't stop thinking about last night, so much so, that it was bothering me.
The first point is, that if you want to be a writer, you have to write. So, sitting there playing video games isn't going to make me a better writer.
There are many people I know who say they are writers, but all I see them do is talk. That would make them talkers more than writers.
All I know is that it takes a lot of writing in order to be a good writer. I don't do enough of it myself.
Anyway, what has been bothering me today are my thoughts about 'White Wine Jessica'. She was so hammered last night, she could barely walk. She was like a kid hanging on for dear life on the edge of a swimming pool, moving from chair to chair for support.
One of her stops was at my table. Holding on to a chair, she mumbled something, and for the life of me, I don't know what the hell she said.
So I said, "I didn't understand a word you just said," and I really didn't want to hear what she had to say.
I hear her talk all night long in the bar, every night, ad nauseum.
Anyway, there wasn't a good feeling between us for the rest of the night.
She did say later, "My boyfriend even bought you a drink once," as if that is the insurance policy that I have to be nice to her for the rest of my life. The drink was good to smooth some things out at the time, but if Jessica acts up, and I say what comes naturally, I can't help that. I am going to say what I intend, otherwise, why should I even bother to be me?
She is a prime candidate for Alcoholics Anonymous, or for the graveyard at this point. I don't even know how she is still alive with all of the drinking she does.
She gets hammered every night until the bartender cuts her off.
Sometimes the bartender does not know that she shouldn't be served past a certain point.
On a positive note, Jessica is a very forgiving person at times, and often lets bygones slip by the wayside. I've said things that I regret, and I am thankful she has not made a big deal about it.
However, her drunken loud droning really gets to me.
It is a treat when she isn't there.
Of course, I could go to another bar, but I haven't found one that will let me do my napkin art yet. It would be nice to have another option.
Anyway, enough of the continuing saga of White Wine Jessica....oh yeah,...one more thing about her. I did meet her once when she was completely sober. I expected things to be a little different, but nope, it was still a one-way dialogue. If she likes to talk so much, why doesn't she do a radio show?
On a lighter note, here is Francesco in front of two of his art pieces. They are prints. Anyhow, the show is fantastic. The graphics are clean, but the subject matter is degenerate, which is right up my alley.
Francesco is a really nice guy, and I love his laugh.
I've known him for years, and he is a delightful person.
He has sold three of his pieces from this show so far. I hope he sells every one, just to stick it to people.
It is the best art show at Vesuvio I have seen in years. One reason is that the artwork really fills up the space well. He has chosen the right sized pieces for this wall, and the results are great.
Kudos to Francesco.
* * * * *
My napkin art sales have been through the roof in the last week, and I am very pleased. However, it is never enough, so I will be going out tonight to try and sell more. I'm in a tremendous amount of debt, and I have to resolve this once and for all so that I can move on with my life.
* * *
Let's see...what else happened? A girl wanted to kiss my toy giraffe, but I didn't let her. She was very drunk, and I am too old for nonsense like this.
There was a beautiful woman in the bar that I had drawn naked years ago. She still looked good, and I still remember what she looked like. I have the paintings of her somewhere in the studio. I'll have to dig them up.
Giraffe: Don't Kiss Me. I don't know where your mouth has been.
This set of four napkin arts sold recently. People like to arrange them in various ways, and buy them as a set. It is really interesting to me to see what people will choose. They put my napkin art together in ways that I would never think of. I like it.
Here is the Lego napkin art of Jon Solo. He's been a good friend over the years. He is a talented person.
Here is a napkin art that would make a good movie. I'm not a big fan of A.A. people in coffee shops. It is a downer to listen to them talk.
Fireball.
Here is a typical picture of my napkin art table.
Here is Lego Specs and The Lego Specs Bar Action Playset. Funny, huh?
To be honest, Specs never liked me much, because of my attitude problem. I don't blame him, he is a good judge of character.
I like him because he is really skeptical of me, as any sane person should be.
It's the people that like me I really wonder about, and I'm not kidding. I always figure there must be something wrong with them.
Anyway, I can't stop thinking about last night, so much so, that it was bothering me.
The first point is, that if you want to be a writer, you have to write. So, sitting there playing video games isn't going to make me a better writer.
There are many people I know who say they are writers, but all I see them do is talk. That would make them talkers more than writers.
All I know is that it takes a lot of writing in order to be a good writer. I don't do enough of it myself.
Anyway, what has been bothering me today are my thoughts about 'White Wine Jessica'. She was so hammered last night, she could barely walk. She was like a kid hanging on for dear life on the edge of a swimming pool, moving from chair to chair for support.
One of her stops was at my table. Holding on to a chair, she mumbled something, and for the life of me, I don't know what the hell she said.
So I said, "I didn't understand a word you just said," and I really didn't want to hear what she had to say.
I hear her talk all night long in the bar, every night, ad nauseum.
Anyway, there wasn't a good feeling between us for the rest of the night.
She did say later, "My boyfriend even bought you a drink once," as if that is the insurance policy that I have to be nice to her for the rest of my life. The drink was good to smooth some things out at the time, but if Jessica acts up, and I say what comes naturally, I can't help that. I am going to say what I intend, otherwise, why should I even bother to be me?
She is a prime candidate for Alcoholics Anonymous, or for the graveyard at this point. I don't even know how she is still alive with all of the drinking she does.
She gets hammered every night until the bartender cuts her off.
Sometimes the bartender does not know that she shouldn't be served past a certain point.
On a positive note, Jessica is a very forgiving person at times, and often lets bygones slip by the wayside. I've said things that I regret, and I am thankful she has not made a big deal about it.
However, her drunken loud droning really gets to me.
It is a treat when she isn't there.
Of course, I could go to another bar, but I haven't found one that will let me do my napkin art yet. It would be nice to have another option.
Anyway, enough of the continuing saga of White Wine Jessica....oh yeah,...one more thing about her. I did meet her once when she was completely sober. I expected things to be a little different, but nope, it was still a one-way dialogue. If she likes to talk so much, why doesn't she do a radio show?
Francesco is a really nice guy, and I love his laugh.
I've known him for years, and he is a delightful person.
He has sold three of his pieces from this show so far. I hope he sells every one, just to stick it to people.
It is the best art show at Vesuvio I have seen in years. One reason is that the artwork really fills up the space well. He has chosen the right sized pieces for this wall, and the results are great.
Kudos to Francesco.
* * * * *
My napkin art sales have been through the roof in the last week, and I am very pleased. However, it is never enough, so I will be going out tonight to try and sell more. I'm in a tremendous amount of debt, and I have to resolve this once and for all so that I can move on with my life.
* * *
Let's see...what else happened? A girl wanted to kiss my toy giraffe, but I didn't let her. She was very drunk, and I am too old for nonsense like this.
There was a beautiful woman in the bar that I had drawn naked years ago. She still looked good, and I still remember what she looked like. I have the paintings of her somewhere in the studio. I'll have to dig them up.
To be honest, Specs never liked me much, because of my attitude problem. I don't blame him, he is a good judge of character.
I like him because he is really skeptical of me, as any sane person should be.
It's the people that like me I really wonder about, and I'm not kidding. I always figure there must be something wrong with them.
Sunday, April 7, 2013
It was a good night. I had a good time. There was a lot going on.
My napkin art sales have been really good this week, so I'm happy.
Struggling with depression for over twenty years, there is one thing that always cheers me up. That is money. Having money ought to be listed as a cure.
Anyway, I got to drink beers, and hang out with friends.
My friend let out a gas bomb while a client was at my table. I told him not to ever fart around me ever again. We were just sitting there, and all of a sudden it smelled as if a small animal had died.
The least he could have done was walk away, and fart in the bathroom. He also could have crop dusted the room, but no, he had to do it right there.
I've talked to him about this before. I don't know why he keeps doing it.
Then there was the guy who insisted I sell him three napkin arts for $10.
"C'mon, bro, you have so many of them!"
"I don't negotiate over matters of five dollars. The price stands," I replied.
I told him if he didn't like it, he could leave the table.
I have no time for these kind of people. Besides, he was drunk, and I didn't like his approach.
"You'll be missing out on ten dollars!" he stated.
"It is fine with me," I said, all the while thinking about where he could shove the ten lousy bucks.
I spend a lot of time on my art, and it makes no sense to undersell myself.
Anyhow, I had a good Monday night, and then two days of selling nothing. I was worried. Then I had fantastic sales for three days in a row. I am so happy as a result.
I still got tonight, so something could happen.
It is so beautiful that I have figured out how to make and sell this kind of portable art. Who knew I would find success with it? The secret to making the napkins stable is using a lot of paint inside the napkin, which holds it all together, and gives the napkin a 'body'. Then with more paint on both sides, it makes a neat little canvas that I can work on.
Besides, it is fun to sit there in a bar with a beer and slap some paint around.
What has been unusual is that people actually ask the bartender what that guy at the back table is doing. All the bartender can really say is, "He's painting napkins."
Haha.
The Drunken News has been going good on facebook; however, they serve as an unwelcome editor. Facebook has the power to delete any of my posts at any time, for any reason they see fit. I don't like that, so I will try and blog here more.
I do like the interaction with people, but maybe I can set it up so people can comment here.
There are any number of things that happen on any given night, and I can't possibly begin to discuss those things here. Plus, some of the stuff might be 'uncouth' to talk about, especially when real names are concerned. I try to come up with nicknames for people, so those in the know can realize who I am talking about. For strangers, what does it matter since they don't know who I am discussing anyway?
A friend did tell me a new nick name for one of the regulars. His name is now 'Coffee James'.
Author's Notes:
1. Alcohol is actually the one thing that has made me happy consistently in this life. Nothing else has ever
worked, even sex. Actually, porn makes me happy, too, because I like to see people naked doing
things, haha.
2. Funny, I was just thinking about 'Coffee James'. I don't want to use that name anymore, because
everybody knows who I am talking about. I am feeling really weird about using people's names,
even though, in the grand picture of things, I don't think it matters one bit. Some of these people
at the bar, though, don't like me talking or writing about them, even though they do the exact same
thing. At least I know they gossip until Kingdom Come. They have nothing else better to do, and
then they say I have nothing else better to do. It is some kind of odd 'transference' thing going on,
that I've experienced with other psychotic, unbalanced people. What can you do? I don't know.
All I do know is that I don't like co-dependent people. They bother me.
My napkin art sales have been really good this week, so I'm happy.
Struggling with depression for over twenty years, there is one thing that always cheers me up. That is money. Having money ought to be listed as a cure.
Anyway, I got to drink beers, and hang out with friends.
My friend let out a gas bomb while a client was at my table. I told him not to ever fart around me ever again. We were just sitting there, and all of a sudden it smelled as if a small animal had died.
The least he could have done was walk away, and fart in the bathroom. He also could have crop dusted the room, but no, he had to do it right there.
I've talked to him about this before. I don't know why he keeps doing it.
Then there was the guy who insisted I sell him three napkin arts for $10.
"C'mon, bro, you have so many of them!"
"I don't negotiate over matters of five dollars. The price stands," I replied.
I told him if he didn't like it, he could leave the table.
I have no time for these kind of people. Besides, he was drunk, and I didn't like his approach.
"You'll be missing out on ten dollars!" he stated.
"It is fine with me," I said, all the while thinking about where he could shove the ten lousy bucks.
I spend a lot of time on my art, and it makes no sense to undersell myself.
Anyhow, I had a good Monday night, and then two days of selling nothing. I was worried. Then I had fantastic sales for three days in a row. I am so happy as a result.
I still got tonight, so something could happen.
It is so beautiful that I have figured out how to make and sell this kind of portable art. Who knew I would find success with it? The secret to making the napkins stable is using a lot of paint inside the napkin, which holds it all together, and gives the napkin a 'body'. Then with more paint on both sides, it makes a neat little canvas that I can work on.
Besides, it is fun to sit there in a bar with a beer and slap some paint around.
What has been unusual is that people actually ask the bartender what that guy at the back table is doing. All the bartender can really say is, "He's painting napkins."
Haha.
The Drunken News has been going good on facebook; however, they serve as an unwelcome editor. Facebook has the power to delete any of my posts at any time, for any reason they see fit. I don't like that, so I will try and blog here more.
I do like the interaction with people, but maybe I can set it up so people can comment here.
There are any number of things that happen on any given night, and I can't possibly begin to discuss those things here. Plus, some of the stuff might be 'uncouth' to talk about, especially when real names are concerned. I try to come up with nicknames for people, so those in the know can realize who I am talking about. For strangers, what does it matter since they don't know who I am discussing anyway?
A friend did tell me a new nick name for one of the regulars. His name is now 'Coffee James'.
Author's Notes:
1. Alcohol is actually the one thing that has made me happy consistently in this life. Nothing else has ever
worked, even sex. Actually, porn makes me happy, too, because I like to see people naked doing
things, haha.
2. Funny, I was just thinking about 'Coffee James'. I don't want to use that name anymore, because
everybody knows who I am talking about. I am feeling really weird about using people's names,
even though, in the grand picture of things, I don't think it matters one bit. Some of these people
at the bar, though, don't like me talking or writing about them, even though they do the exact same
thing. At least I know they gossip until Kingdom Come. They have nothing else better to do, and
then they say I have nothing else better to do. It is some kind of odd 'transference' thing going on,
that I've experienced with other psychotic, unbalanced people. What can you do? I don't know.
All I do know is that I don't like co-dependent people. They bother me.
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
The Pisser
Author's Notes: This is the guy that Woody Woodpecker Laugh Guy cut with a broken bottle. They don't get along.
The man in the yellow coat has pissed in the alley on multiple occasions, and no one likes that.
One time I saw him piss when he was laying down. He let his dick out, and it started to stream down the sidewalk.
That is when I really did not like this man.
I don't think anybody likes him.
Funny he is wearing a yellow coat. It is perfect for his super-villain name 'The Pisser'.
Nothing Offensive Here
I'll keep 'The Drunken News' going no matter what. It's fun, and I like to do it. I enjoy writing about the bar life in San Francisco. It's a riot to write when I am drunk. It's a 'win-win' situation.
I had some problems over the weekend on facebook. They deleted a couple of my posts, which I didn't think were that bad at all. My writing is honest. But somebody didn't like it.
A while back, my Sony account got banned for some video I made, which I didn't think was bad at all. They didn't take too kindly to my 'artistic expression'.
The thing with the web is that you can always start a new account.
Anyway, it was very slow last night. I didn't sell a single thing. I did the night before that, so I have enough in my wallet to keep it all going.
There's an upkeep cost for doing 'The Drunken News' and my Napkin Art. I have to buy beers in order to justify being in the bar. Then, at times, I get hungry, so my overhead goes up. It is the price of doing business.
Some film people interested in my work said I was a bad business man. That is true. I don't know the first thing about it. I would much rather think about my art than making money. It is way more fun.
So, it isn't my fault if somebody gets their feathers ruffled up by what I do. Even people in my own family have been dismayed by my thoughts and viewpoint about religion. It isn't my fault they feel that way. It is their problem, not mine. I refuse to cater to a bunch of people who believe in fictional books and a 'Fictional God That Is Not There And Never Was'.
Yeah, it was slow alright, but today is a new day. I've learned to just treat each day as a new opportunity. There is no point to pout about what happened before.
So tonight, I will go in there, and try again.
It is no fun thinking about how facebook has a final editorial say on what I write. There is one lesson I've learned, though, and that is, "The House Always Wins".
Maybe I won't write so much smack on facebook anymore. I don't want to get my account banned. However, there is nothing stopping me from writing smack about people here, haha.
The way it works is, if somebody has gone out of their way to piss me off, that I remember it by the time I get home, then that is when I write the smack.
I advise people that if they don't want to be written about, then they shouldn't go out of their way to make me mad.
I mostly mind my own business, so I don't know why people mess with me in the first place. Most of them are people with 'Nothing To Do'.
Some people in the bar think I do my napkin art just to get attention. God, those people can be so stupid. It's like being in elementary school at times.
'The Woman Who Won't Shut Up' was there again last night. I hate it when she talks, and when her volume goes up, it is even worse.
She always has to fill the room with her voice, no matter how many people are in there. She doesn't understand 'talking at conversation level'.
With her, it's like, "Everybody listen to me! I'm talking!"
All I can say is, "Shut Up, Woman."
Then there is 'The Guy Who Busses Tables And Doesn't Even Work There And He Is Lousy At Bussing Tables Because What He Actually Wants To Do Is Flirt With Women'.
The guy didn't even know who Alex Trebek was from Jeopardy. It is because he has been living in a fishbowl since the 60's.
Aaah, I feel better now that I've talked some smack. 'The Drunken News' wouldn't be what it is without it.
Besides, it ain't as if I lie. I write what I feel is the truth, and if people can't handle it, it ain't my problem.
I will try to fictionalize more, so I don't get into trouble. People get so touchy, you know.
Author's Notes: Anyone offended by this article has some serious mental problems to begin with.
I wouldn't even know certain things about people if they didn't showboat in the bar so much. They talk loud and want people to hear them.
I had some problems over the weekend on facebook. They deleted a couple of my posts, which I didn't think were that bad at all. My writing is honest. But somebody didn't like it.
A while back, my Sony account got banned for some video I made, which I didn't think was bad at all. They didn't take too kindly to my 'artistic expression'.
The thing with the web is that you can always start a new account.
Anyway, it was very slow last night. I didn't sell a single thing. I did the night before that, so I have enough in my wallet to keep it all going.
There's an upkeep cost for doing 'The Drunken News' and my Napkin Art. I have to buy beers in order to justify being in the bar. Then, at times, I get hungry, so my overhead goes up. It is the price of doing business.
Some film people interested in my work said I was a bad business man. That is true. I don't know the first thing about it. I would much rather think about my art than making money. It is way more fun.
So, it isn't my fault if somebody gets their feathers ruffled up by what I do. Even people in my own family have been dismayed by my thoughts and viewpoint about religion. It isn't my fault they feel that way. It is their problem, not mine. I refuse to cater to a bunch of people who believe in fictional books and a 'Fictional God That Is Not There And Never Was'.
Yeah, it was slow alright, but today is a new day. I've learned to just treat each day as a new opportunity. There is no point to pout about what happened before.
So tonight, I will go in there, and try again.
It is no fun thinking about how facebook has a final editorial say on what I write. There is one lesson I've learned, though, and that is, "The House Always Wins".
Maybe I won't write so much smack on facebook anymore. I don't want to get my account banned. However, there is nothing stopping me from writing smack about people here, haha.
The way it works is, if somebody has gone out of their way to piss me off, that I remember it by the time I get home, then that is when I write the smack.
I advise people that if they don't want to be written about, then they shouldn't go out of their way to make me mad.
I mostly mind my own business, so I don't know why people mess with me in the first place. Most of them are people with 'Nothing To Do'.
Some people in the bar think I do my napkin art just to get attention. God, those people can be so stupid. It's like being in elementary school at times.
'The Woman Who Won't Shut Up' was there again last night. I hate it when she talks, and when her volume goes up, it is even worse.
She always has to fill the room with her voice, no matter how many people are in there. She doesn't understand 'talking at conversation level'.
With her, it's like, "Everybody listen to me! I'm talking!"
All I can say is, "Shut Up, Woman."
Then there is 'The Guy Who Busses Tables And Doesn't Even Work There And He Is Lousy At Bussing Tables Because What He Actually Wants To Do Is Flirt With Women'.
The guy didn't even know who Alex Trebek was from Jeopardy. It is because he has been living in a fishbowl since the 60's.
Aaah, I feel better now that I've talked some smack. 'The Drunken News' wouldn't be what it is without it.
Besides, it ain't as if I lie. I write what I feel is the truth, and if people can't handle it, it ain't my problem.
I will try to fictionalize more, so I don't get into trouble. People get so touchy, you know.
Author's Notes: Anyone offended by this article has some serious mental problems to begin with.
I wouldn't even know certain things about people if they didn't showboat in the bar so much. They talk loud and want people to hear them.
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
It is all good.
I guess somebody on facebook didn't like a couple of my entries for The Drunken News. I can't post anything on facebook until 5:30 tomorrow morning.
Ooops.
I guess somebody didn't like my honest writing.
I am an amateur journalist for fun. My beat is a bar. I try to keep people up to date with what goes on.
I guess I ruffled somebody's feathers.
Most of the time, people don't notice a thing I do.
It is strange to get attention.
I would love to have people talk smack about me. It would be free advertising.
It is hard to figure out facebook policy at times. It is unclear what you can or can not write or post.
The funny thing, is that I was writing the truth.
Oh well. If all goes to pot, I'll just start doing The Drunken News on one of my other facebook accounts. Or I will do more entries here.
I like facebook as a vehicle for 'The Drunken News', because people can interact with it. I find that very nice.
Most of the entries are written when I am completely hammered. That is what makes it good. So, it is hard to take anything I write seriously. I guess somebody did.
Being on facebook isn't the 'end all, be all' of existence. However, I don't want to lose this faceook account because of all of the work I have done on it. If I ever lose the account, I would lose all of my facebook game progress, too, and that would suck.
"OMG, I said the word 'suck'! I hope no one gets into a tizzy over it. Just so you know, suck used to be a really filthy, dirty word, implying all kinds of things. No one cares about that anymore. Times change.
All I know is I am always the guy that ends up getting into trouble.
Anyway, thanks for reading.
Just so you know, 'The Drunken News' will continue in some format no matter what happens.
Author's Notes: This is a funny entry. I went off about somebody on my facebook account, and I wasn't allowed to post a comment for twenty-four hours. The comment I wrote was very long, and more than a little mean, I think.
Facebook does not like long comments, and they certainly don't like mean ones.
This is all to protect their own ass; otherwise, why would they give a shit?
Anyway, it is all good.
Ooops.
I guess somebody didn't like my honest writing.
I am an amateur journalist for fun. My beat is a bar. I try to keep people up to date with what goes on.
I guess I ruffled somebody's feathers.
Most of the time, people don't notice a thing I do.
It is strange to get attention.
I would love to have people talk smack about me. It would be free advertising.
It is hard to figure out facebook policy at times. It is unclear what you can or can not write or post.
The funny thing, is that I was writing the truth.
Oh well. If all goes to pot, I'll just start doing The Drunken News on one of my other facebook accounts. Or I will do more entries here.
I like facebook as a vehicle for 'The Drunken News', because people can interact with it. I find that very nice.
Most of the entries are written when I am completely hammered. That is what makes it good. So, it is hard to take anything I write seriously. I guess somebody did.
Being on facebook isn't the 'end all, be all' of existence. However, I don't want to lose this faceook account because of all of the work I have done on it. If I ever lose the account, I would lose all of my facebook game progress, too, and that would suck.
"OMG, I said the word 'suck'! I hope no one gets into a tizzy over it. Just so you know, suck used to be a really filthy, dirty word, implying all kinds of things. No one cares about that anymore. Times change.
All I know is I am always the guy that ends up getting into trouble.
Anyway, thanks for reading.
Just so you know, 'The Drunken News' will continue in some format no matter what happens.
Author's Notes: This is a funny entry. I went off about somebody on my facebook account, and I wasn't allowed to post a comment for twenty-four hours. The comment I wrote was very long, and more than a little mean, I think.
Facebook does not like long comments, and they certainly don't like mean ones.
This is all to protect their own ass; otherwise, why would they give a shit?
Anyway, it is all good.
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