Nice of the riff-raff in the alleyway to leave their containers laying around, eh?
     The least they could do is pick up after themselves.

     The alleyway in front of Specs is the shortest street in San Francisco.  There is not much anybody can do since it is a public street.

      It is nice when the riff-raff isn't around, because then people can sit on the bench.

     I don't mind 'Woody Woodpecker' laugh guy as much anymore, because at least he minds his own business for the most part, and plays music with his stereo.  I prefer him to some of the others, but really, I wish all those bums would just go away. 
     That ain't gonna happen, so I just have to deal with it.
     Maybe I should just go away.  That would solve the problem, but then I would miss out on all the fun.

     First of all, thanks to anyone who has ever read my writing.  I am well-aware that many improvements can be made.  To be honest, I've been fully aware that what I've been writing is a bunch of crap, but I never bothered to improve it because I didn't think anybody cared or was reading my stuff.
     What happens at the bar with my napkin art, is that people look at my work, and they often stop to read the ones with writing on it.  Many of these pieces have sold.  It is news to me that people would actually pay for my writing.
      Sometimes I get people involved in the 'writing business' buy my napkin art with writing on it.  They like it because of the combination of writing on a napkin soaked in acrylic paint, which firms them up a little.
      Anyway, I apologize for my bad writing.  I will make amends to do better.

      But will the homeless bum drinking 'Miller High Life Out The Door' who lays down on the cement in the alleyway do better?  He urinated while laying down with people around.  He just didn't care.  People got so pissed at him, they started yelling to kick him out of the area.  Some of the urine even got on Quik Draw's cardboard drawings.....( haha ).
      No one cares if he does better, but people expect a lot out of me for some reason.

      From my point of view, not many people bring in sketchbooks or notebooks to write or draw while they are having a drink, preferring conversation for hours.  I guess it fills in the time.
      I like to talk when it has some kind of purpose or objective.  Otherwise, I would rather get some work done.

      I don't know where 'The Drunken News' will go.  I'll keep doing it as long as I have fun.  Otherwise, what's the point?  The salary for writing 'The Drunken News' is $0.
      It has, however, netted me several free beers to keep it all going.
      Thanks goes to anyone who buys me a beer.  I appreciate it a lot, and it helps to fuel this blog with my jaded tales of drunkenness, without hopefully offending too many people.

      It is not my purpose to embarrass or poke fun at people too much.  I try to keep people's names out of it, and I have to refer to someone, I try to use their fictional name, if they have one.
      Other people I get super-annoyed with, and these people I don't care if I use their name or not because I feel they deserve it at times.

      Anyhow, thanks for reading, and thanks for the support.

      Sometimes, I wish I had the guts to go up to people and ask them for money like Larry does, but I just can't bring myself to do it.  Last night he asked a man for a dollar, and the guy gave him $3.  That is a good deal for Larry.  He is one of the most skilled beggars in all of San Francisco.  He's really good at it.  He scans every situation, and adjusts his tone accordingly for maximum beggarage....haha.

      I got home late last night from some extra drinking.  I am a train-wreck today.  I need a nap before work, so I can do the whole thing over again...haha.

     Cheers.

     If anybody has constructive criticism for me, I'll listen, but calling my writing 'verbal diarrhea' on facebook doesn't really help me.  It is just mean.  I forgave him, though.  If he is such a great writer, let's see him write something besides spam facebook posts.

     This issue is resolved.
     The thing I actually really do like about Jessica is she is quick to let bygones be bygones.  She is very forgiving towards people who have offended her.  She has forgiven me many times for things I have said.
     Then again, she thrives on starting up sh**, haha.
     She is pretty literate at times, which is amazing with her level of drunkenness.
     The thing I don't like about her is she is the worst listener I've ever met in my life, and she never lets me finish a sentence, even if I ask her.

     Anyway, Jessica is who she is.  If she didn't drone on for so long, it would be better, but cows and pigs aren't going to start flying by the weekend.  It just ain't going to happen.

     When she dies, I'll probably miss her droning once in a while.
     Maybe someone should make a cd of Jessica before it is too late.  It can be played as background music in bars around the country....haha.

* * * * *

     Let's move on to one of our friends.  I don't want to say his name, because it doesn't matter.
     He always asks my friend for a cigarette, and my friend gives him one.
     Then, when my friend needs a cigarette, this guy won't give him one.
     What a bastard.
  
     If you really want to know who I'm talking about, I often refer to him as 'Shemp'.

* * * * *

     I have a new enemy.  Some blonde. 
     I never have any interaction with her.  I never look at her, or bother her in any way.
     Well, she doesn't like me, and doesn't like my napkin art.  She thinks it is all a big joke.
     That is understandable, not everyone has to like what I do, but she is nasty towards me as a person, too.
    
     If I had insulted her in the past, or was a dick to her, I could understand.  But I did none of that.  I always respected her space, except for the fact that she hangs out with those pizza-eating talking for hours loser poets.

     She knows I don't like the poets much, is probably her reason.

     It doesn't mean she has to be a 'C' word to me.

     Man, she is a nasty one.

     She is one of those people that no matter what I do, it will never be good enough for her.  She can just go F herself as far as I am concerned.

* * * * *

     Moving on, still in the background is the man who point blank to me said he doesn't really like my art, art in general, artists, and me.
     Then, he wants help with putting together a story idea for a novel and/or film.
     Was he joking?  Was he condescending?  A little.

     I have very little empathy for people who don't bring a writing or drawing pad to a bar.  So many ideas come, and if you don't have a fishnet with you to catch the fish when it falls in your lap, how in hell are you going to catch the fish?  With bare hands?  Fish are slippery, and so are ideas.  They will slip through your fingers every time if you don't write it down.

* * * * *

     We did some animal stacking last night.  It was a lot of fun.

     I'm glad I started this up last night, right up on the bar.



     I found out that I have some real enemies via facebook who don't approve of anything I do.  I know who they are, and all of them are fake, phony, and nasty.  I have dirt on all of them.  They ain't no angels, and all I'm doing is stacking animals.  People started posing with them, and it was a lot of fun, and really enjoyable on a slow Wednesday night.



* * * * *



     I have a lot of venom in me today because of last night, and you know what I am going to do?  I'm going to mind my own business, keep doing what I'm doing, have a good time, and be happy.
     I'm going to be even more productive, and work towards my success, because that is my best revenge.



     Revenge is best served cold, and I will be delivering as many popsicles as possible.

     First of all, I apologize to everyone in the world for being a bastard.  I can't help it sometimes.  I can be a real dick.  An @-hole deluxe.
     I have mood swings, and sometimes I just don't feel like being nice to people.
     Sometimes it has to do with my sleep schedule, or digestion.
     At other times, I can be a real nice guy.
     Of course, it also depends on who I am talking to.  If I have seen someone waste their time for ten years in a bar, never doing anything, then, if they want to become instant friends, I can be a real prick.
     Anyway, I am sorry if I have offended people.  I will try not to do it again, and I will work on improving my social graces.
     Of course, I will still be annoyed with people who turn the bar into a high school cafeteria, but that can not be helped.

     My entries on 'The Drunken News' are sporadic.  Yesterday, I wanted to write, but I had to endure three hours of bad drumming, and I couldn't even hear myself think.
     Today is nice and quiet, and I am really happy.

     I slept in nice and late today.  I feel great.

     I guess I could start with last night, and move on from there.
     I arrived at the bar, and there were four ladies talking.  I would describe all the details I can remember of their conversation, but to save everybody's time, let me just say that this woman finished with, "You know what everybody?  Cats are finicky with food, but dogs will eat anything.  But you know what?  My dogs won't eat french fries."
     That is fascinating stuff.  Of course they won't eat french fries.  It is dead animal food.  Dogs can smell how bad it is for them, with all that grease.

     Anyway, napkin art is a constant struggle.  I have sales every night, but it isn't enough.  I'm only mentioning it because a lot of people want to talk me down on my price, or they want an extra one for free.  They want to feel like they are getting the better end of the deal, and I have to take the hit, donating my time and labor to people I don't even know.
    Truck it, I'll raise my prices, and then it won't matter if they talk me down.

    There have been lots of little events that have happened, like ten bums in the alley at one time, arguments, spats, hot chicks, beer can stacking, drama, gossip, and the continuation of old men trying to flirt with young ladies.
     One of my favorite subjects is, however, the number of people who bus tables who don't even work there, haha.
     For them, it is a way to flirt a little and interact with people.
     Unless if things were really out of control, I would wait until the people leave before the table is bussed.  It is intrusive to interrupt.
     People bus tables while they have their outdoor coats on and a backpack.  Geez.

     An incident that sticks out is a busser picked up about twelve ripped pieces of cardboard coasters off of a table.
     "Good job," I was thinking.
     Then, the pieces were thrown from three feet into the trash, with half of them going onto the floor.  The bus man didn't even bother to look if he had missed or not.
     Finally, after about a half hour because it was driving me nuts looking at those pieces on the ground, I finally went over there and picked them up, and properly disposed of them.

     Just so you know, one of my favorite people to write about is 'White Wine Jessica' because she is very public, and very vocal.  It annoys me a lot, and the only way to get things of how I feel off of my chest is to write about her.  I don't want to be mean, but I want to reply.
     Here is an example why:
     David:  Jessica, can I just say one sentence?
     Jessica:  Sure go ahead.
     Then, I tried to say my sentence, and she interrupted me during the last part of it.  She would not let me say my sentence, even with repeated attempts.
     That woman just does not listen.
     She is a one-way street.

     She talks in the bathroom, in the bar, and outside.

     It is hard to escape the drone of her voice, and most of the time it is this drunken banter sh**.

     Don't get me wrong, she is somewhat literate, and entertaining on some level.  That is why I like to write about her, but g**d*** does that woman drink a lot.
   
     Where does all that booze go?  She can't be taller than 5'4".

     Thanks for reading.  I'll try to have more entries, if I am not too lazy.

     Oh yeah, one more thing.  A 'frenemy', ( combination of friend and enemy ), was telling me about his movie idea that I had to listen to.  He never brings a notebook to the bar.  His medium is talking.
     I can make a movie trailer for his idea, and have it posted on youtube in about twenty minutes to a half hour.
     I can also write a synopsis or story treatment for it in the same amount of time.
     In other words, I can get the ball rolling.
     He would be amazingly difficult to work with, so I don't have any interest in collaborating with him.
     I kind of like his idea, too, and now I am burdened with it.
     We did discuss his idea moving forward, and he did say that, "Writers write".
     Basically, you can't sit in a bar and make a project happen through talking.  You have to write the idea down, and work on it even when you aren't at the bar.  Otherwise, it will never happen, even if the idea is good.
     I can see his project idea being developed, but if he doesn't do the work, I can't help him.
     I am not going to do the work for him.
     He is a lazy bastard.
     Instead of telling me his idea, he could have written three pages of his idea in the same amount of time.
     Even after telling me the idea, he could have written down some key points of the conversation.
     He could even tape record his idea, which could later be transcribed.
     He is just too lazy, or afraid to do the work.
     I don't know what it is.
     What the hell does he expect, that a script is going to be magically written and delivered on his doorstep the next morning?
     It just doesn't work that way, no matter how good the idea is.

     I spent many years in L.A. listening to people talk and never get anything done.
     Where does it get them?  Nowhere.

     At some point, one has to do the work.
     It isn't fun to do the work.
     It is hard and difficult.
     That is why they call it work.

     Now I am bothered with his idea, that I know he will do nothing about, but it is in my head, so I will have to do something about it if it keeps bugging me.
     If anything does come of it, I'll have to say, "Based on an idea by _______."

     He would just be awful to create something with.  He always argues and never listens.

     Why in blazes would I want to work with him?

     What he wants is a secretary to take dictation whenever he has a thought.

     Dostoyevski did dictate a novel, but this person is no Fyodor.  This only happened when he was too old to write, and he needed a new novel to pay off his gambling debt.

Author's Notes:

1.  Wow, this entry has been seen by nineteen people.  It is hard to imagine why anyone would make a fuss.

Animal Stacking

     When stacking your animals, it is good to mount them sturdily on a can with at least half of a can of beer in it.

     The BeerTown Musicians:  Giraffe, Elephant, Godzilla, and Rooster.

     'Animal Stacking' can be dangerous, so please be careful.

     Lots of things happen on any given night.
     I can't possibly keep track of them.
     Plus, there is the problem of whether or not I should use people's real names.
     As long as I'm honest and truthful, I don't know what the problem is, but then on the other hand, I really don't think most people would want me to use their names.

     Nicknames work good, though, so at least some people know who I am talking about.

    
     The thing that has bothered me lately is just watching people sit there for hours and do nothing.
     I get bored in a bar just sitting there.  I don't even know how people do it.
     I see people engaged in conversation, and even that bores me after a while.  Talking for its own sake, without a purpose, is like watching paint dry.  Idle chit chat bores the crap out of me.
     So, anyway, I see people just sit there, stare into space, and get drunk.  It is the same thing, day after day.
     One can not even talk to them about it, because they are so closed off to the idea of actually doing anything, like read a magazine article.
     The bar provides reading material.
     It is as if they are afraid to put anything new into their heads.  It might make them think.

     Then there are the people who sit and do nothing, but they actively monitor what others are doing.  Then they make judgments on those people.  These kind of people I can't stand.  They are the critics of other people's behavior. 
     Yet, if you call them out on what they do, they get all huffy.

     Digital Photography is a new factor in a bar.
     The Zeitgeist Bar allows absolutely no photography or video.  I'm starting to think that is a good idea.  People are vulnerable when they are in a bar drinking, and they don't need images of them on somebody else's computer, or on the world wide web.
      I like it when people ask to take a photo.  That is the polite thing to do.
      But if you are going to take photos without permission, at least be so sneaky and quick about it that the subject/victim doesn't know about it.
     
      At the recent anniversary party, which was quite lovely, when I arrived, some nasty blonde woman associated with the poet's group gave me such a crusty stare, as if I was the Spawn of Satan's Love Child with Hitler.
      I'm not a fan of hers, either.

      The napkin art has been a game changer for me.  I've made friendships, and money.  It is a thrill for me to go in there every night, and at least have a couple of people dig what I do.

      Rumor has it that 'Vera The Russian Amateur Crazy Nutjob Cheap Hustler Photography Woman Who Talks To Herself' is leaving.  I can't wait to see her go.

      Rumor also has it that 'Sammy The Painter Artist' is returning. 

      Then there is the whole thing of the bar as a 'pick-up joint'.
      It doesn't work, so I don't know why creepy, old men try to score with young chicks who just want a drink.
      If the interest is mutual, that is a different story.
      It creeps me out to see these creepy guys try to touch, hug, and kiss the girls.

      Then there are the scary guys outside who sit on the bench with their open containers of alcohol.

      Hey, my disdain for 'Woody Woodpecker Laughing Hyena Guy' would go way down if he didn't alter the words on the sign board every night.
      It actually is kind of interesting to walk out there for a smoke, and he's got some song on the radio from the 70's or 80's.  It is a nice change of pace.
      His annoying laugh often seems to be insincere.  It's not a real laugh, and I don't think the stuff he laughs at is all that funny.

      There are other little things I could mention, but I don't want to bore the pants off of the readers for this blog.
      I am just happy that 'The Drunken News' has a small, but loyal following.

      Good things are coming, and I am working on ideas to make this blog better, while just letting this thing grow organically.

      Thanks for reading.