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.