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.