Fun With An Umbrella

 "Would you like an umbrella?"

 "Eh...grrr...ugh...whatever."

 "Look, I'll try not to fall asleep."

"It actually is a nice time for a nap.  So dark, quiet, and cozy....zzzzzzzzzzzzz."

      Peter Losh finally got his own message.  It is an honor to get a mention.  I felt all warm and fuzzy when I got one once.

   "I'm Not Dead Yet".  Monty Python reference for 'Losh Life'.

'Quik Draw' and Marcus.

     I was able to photograph these signs before 'Woody Woodpecker Laugh Guy' altered the sign.  He is the one who usually messes with the sign, which annoys me.

I might as well put these two pictures of the signboard for the fiftieth post of 'The Drunken News'.  I have no idea what it means, which is also true of my experience at the bar.

     Ugh......some guy was wound up a little too tight, and he didn't like that I was giving him 'smart apple' answers to his questions.
     It was hard to take him seriously since he just came into the bar to use the bathroom, so I don't know what his problem was.
     He actually held out his hand, and wanted some of my peanuts.
     I said, "I'm not going to give you any, I don't even know you."
     Maybe the guy felt that I was dissing him, but I'm not going to give a stranger who walks up to my table my peanuts.  'F' him.  I felt he was rude.
     He looked like the kind of guy who used the bathroom just to tag it, and that happens all the time.
     Sure enough, I went into the bathroom later, and there was a new tag in there.
     I'm not a big fan of graffiti people.  I think most of their 'work' sucks.

     Marcus fell asleep at the bar again.
     The Drunken Woman forced me to listen to her again.
     The WonderMan of Depression made my innards turn inward upon sight of him.

     Other than that, everything was hunky dory.  It was peachy.

     Two young woman asked Mark if I was insane, and he said, "He hasn't been declared 'legally insane' yet."
     I liked his reply.


    

Bear on the Bench

      Basically, I know who put the bear there.  He is a friend, so no need to mention him on 'The Drunken News'.

      I prefer this bear to most of the miscreants who sit on this bench.

      The bear minds his own business, and doesn't bother anybody.

     Plus, he looks cute, and that goes a long way if you are a bear.

The Drunken News Welcomes Readers

     'The Drunken News' would like to welcome readers who have ignored me for seventeen years.
     Also welcome are readers who have ignored me for twenty-one years.

     News Flash:  All are welcome to move to another state if I hate you.  There probably is a good reason, and I am probably not alone in this hate towards you.

     If you hate me, well, you are welcome to move, because I'm not moving.  So to get away from me, just jump on a plane to Denver, and then drive to Wyoming.  Lots of room there.

     I always talk about W.W. Jessica, but never R.W. Jessica.  Well, Red Wine thought she lost her strawberry hat, but she found it in her hood.  That is good.

     I am too drunk to continue this, but thanks for your support.

     It is time, to...pass out.

     It is difficult to even get into it, but Mark Schwartz was acting pretty crazy last night, and he wouldn't leave the bar.  I don't like to talk about this stuff.  I certainly don't like to write about him.
     Mark Schwartz is a giant pain in the ass.
     He mixes his medication with alcohol, and that is about the worst thing you can do.
     As a result, he gets more messed up than ever.

     You know, most people just eat right and do some exercise.

     If you think medication is going to help you in the first place, you are running away from something you don't want to deal with.

     So, this whole thing is not my problem.

      I just typed this in 'for the record'.

     I really wasn't happy when he slammed the door open with a big push.  That door is fragile as it is.

     W.W. Jessica came to the rescue but escorting him out.  Sometimes it is better if a woman does it, to avoid conflict.

     Mark Schwartz was 86'd from the bar five years ago.

      See you, later, Tosca.  I'm looking forward to the new owners.  I have absolutely no emotional investment in that place.

      Meanwhile, I was trying to take a picture with a foreground, middle ground, and background.

     Luckily when I took the flash version of the picture, Leonard popped in at the exact right moment.

     This photo is one in a thousand.

    

      I have no idea what this message means.

      I hate this sign.

     I am thankful that people put up with my art mess every night.

'Drunks and Woo Girls'

     I had a request for more pictures of drunks and 'Woo' girls.  It sounds like a reasonable request.

     "Woo!"  This woo girl had a nice sticky out butt.

     These ladies were hanging out waiting for a cab when I was on my bike riding home.

      This is from the 'Benny Hill Show'.

      I found this sticker on a street pole.

     This drunk was dressed in an old-fashioned prison outfit.

     I will try and get more pictures of 'Drunks and Woo Girls' in the upcoming weeks. 

     It is a pretty funny combination, actually.  I like it.  Thanks for the suggestion.

    It was good to see her again.

     Larry has 'Indestructible' and 'Bar Trample' as abilities.

     His catchphrase is "Got a dollar?"
     Sometimes he will say, "Can you spare a buck?"

     I hate to see some guy giving him three bucks for doing nothing, whereas I work my ass off, and get nothing.  It is frustrating.

     Sometimes I get bothered by Larry, sometimes not.  It depends on the situation.

     I think he is milking it for all it is worth, and doesn't give a crap about people, but that is just me.

     It wasn't an especially busy night last night.
     A guy walked in, and I experienced the dread of the largest negative energy source I had felt all night, and this includes some of the regulars, and even the bums outside.
     I was really disturbed by his presence.
     It felt like the dark side of the force had just walked in.
     It was Coffee James.

     He looked at my napkin art, went away, and later came back to browse through my art.
     I said something about what he was doing was a stalker-like activity, and he admitted he was insane.

     Maybe it is just me, but I get creeped out by him, because he doesn't do anything.  He goes to The Saloon, and then goes to Specs every night.  He is suddenly my friend when there are women around for my art.
     Otherwise, I don't get him.
   
     I know what I feel, and my senses could be off, but that is what I experienced.  It wasn't a good feeling.

The Sandwich Sign

      The sign at Specs rarely disappoints.

     I ought to take a picture of every one.

    

     Another productive night for Marcus.

     An inspiration for us all.

     I think at this point that maybe he has a little 'water on the brain'.  Poor guy.  It doesn't seem like all of the electricity is working in the house.

     I am pretty sure he has a job during the day, but to sit at the bar for hours staring into space sipping an ale for four hours at a time is a little sad.

     I only took these pictures because I love to take pictures of people asleep in public spaces.

     If Marcus ever hears about this blog post, I don't care.  It would probably be better if he didn't know, though.