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.