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.

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     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.

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     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.