'Animal Stacking' is going well.  It generated $10 of income. 
     I told the couple that it only costs $1 per animal, but they insisted on paying $10 for two animals, because they had so much fun stacking.
     Here is what they did...

     It is a pretty impressive stack.
     When it fell, the girl let out the most delightful squeal of laughter.  It was really funny to hear her be so happy over a bunch of plastic animals.
     I'd like to make a t-shirt that reads, "Chicks Dig Animal Stacking', along with a little graphic.

     Meanwhile, 'The Woman Who Talks Too Much' has been quiet the last two days.  I've been amazed.  It makes for a better bar experience, though, for everybody.

     This 'BigHead' guy didn't like my post on facebook, but if he can't take a joke, it's not my problem.  If he is going to pass out, what does he expect?

     No one is without sin, or without some kind of problem in a bar.  I am certainly no exception.  But the idea is to be friends with everyone when possible, and to forgive minor offenses.
     When a repeat offender like Elvis Christ is around, I don't know what to do.  It's even hard to avoid him.  He chased after me when I was trying to walk away.  Also, I don't like his yelling into the bar, and yelling at people.
     It is just a matter of time when Elvis will mess up big time, and end up in jail again.  I'll laugh when that happens.
     I know the cops are so sick of him, that they are tired of arresting him.
     I guess Elvis is 'King of The Dicks'.

     Yeah, the idea of a bar is for everybody to have a good time.  Sometimes that just can't happen.  Some people's main goal is to bring everyone down to their level.

     There are a lot of people who want to sit and do nothing, and to make sure their life does not progress in any way.  I'm against this.  So, these kind of people are going to hate me when I'm drawing, painting, and animal stacking.  Plus, really attractive women come to my table to look at my art.  So, it isn't my problem if people don't like what I do.  I've never been popular in anyway, so screw it.  I just don't care anymore.

     One woman was so drunk last night, she started talking to me about 'Roger Rabbit' the movie.  She melted my head  big time.  If she is so drunk that she is talking off-topic about s*** I don't care about, she should just go home.  Jesus.

     So, I go to the bar seven nights a week, trying my best with my art.  It is hard work to lug all this crap up to North Beach on a bike.  But if I don't do this, I'll end up homeless.  If people don't like what I do in order to survive in this town, they must want me to die, so truck them.  I don't have time for people who want to see me fail and be dead.
     I would much rather be doing well and being alive.

     One last thing.  There are little 'Faction Groups' where allegiances are made.  Decisions about who to hang out says what you agree with as a person.
     Yeah, I decided to start my own faction group, and to see who comes along for the party, because trust me, I'm having a good time.
     If people want to hang out with a bunch of hot air talkers, go right ahead, but at my table, you'll see a zebra stacked on top of a giraffe, along with painted images of naked ladies.

     Hey man, you don't see me bumming people for money, or without beer.  I must be doing something right.

     Plus, as evidenced by this article, I'm not just at a bar getting drunk and making art.  I'm writing and making videos during the day.

Elvis Christ is Baaaaaack

     Whoopee.  I am so thrilled.

     He likes to get drunk in the alleyway, and yell at people.

     I wish he would move to Montana, and never come back.
     I'd be happy to pay for his one-way bus ticket.

     I saw him open the door of Vesuvio, and yell inside, making the bartender mad.

     I saw him last night yell at an elderly couple saying things that I can not really repeat on a general audience blog.

     One would think a restraining order for a year and a half, and countless brushes with the law would teach him a lesson.
     It actually did for a while, but Elvis is back to his old tricks, much to the chagrin of everybody.

     I don't seem him as serving any purpose whatsoever.

     The only thing that made me laugh about him is he and Bambi Lake look so similar in appearance that they could be siblings.
     Both of them can go to Montana as far as I'm concerned.  Maybe they can get lost in the mountains.

     One sec, let me articulate this....

     Elvis:  Jack!  You are a piece of s***!

     Then Coffee James said, "I second that motion."

     C.J. is another guy I can do without.  My new name for him is 'Mr. Inspiration', because if I followed his example, I would, every night, drink half of a coffee, smoke pot, and cruise chicks if any are around.  Gee, maybe I should change my life to this, and I could inspire all around to follow my example.  All it makes me think about is my entire life I was told to 'set an example', and you know what?  It just doesn't work.  So much for Mormon Propaganda.

     Anyway, Mark Collins doesn't mind if I use his name in various projects and cartoons.  I think that is pretty funny, and cool of him.

     Mark used to know of two other 'Tony Ryan's'.

     There are thirty 'David Lovins' in the United States, at least, so what does a name matter?

     Anyway, Jessica was silent last night.  I guess she was taking a day off, which I was really happy about. 


     I saw last night Marcus come to life when two women were near him, then as soon as they were gone, he went back into 'Moe Sulking Mood'.  He relies on other people to entertain him, which is something I could never do.  I'm a grown man, and at the very least, I would bring a notebook and a paperback to entertain myself.
     I have no idea how some people can stare at a wall for four hours...every night.

     Yes, I am really bitter and angry about some people, but I try to mind my own business.  When I get drunk, little under the breath comments come out of my mouth, which reveals my true feelings, and makes me laugh at other people's expense.  It is a lot of fun.
     Basically, people don't think much of me, so in return, I don't think much of them.
     I don't go to the bar every night to win a popularity contest.  That would never happen anyway, and I don't care.  I do have work to do, though, so I try and do as much as I can each night.  It is not easy to make art, which is why most people don't do it.

     Anyway, there will always be people who look at my art and say nothing, and some are regulars, and some are strangers.

     I have taken into consideration that I am not very approachable, but it depends on a variety of circumstances, like my mood, and whether or not they think I am a freak, or just some guy making art in a bar.

     I don't worry too much about writing about people I don't care for much...they don't read or look at my work anyhow.
     I look at their table, and what they are doing, and I see nothing.

     I do wonder about people who say they are writers, though.  When in hell do they do it?  I sense a lot of hot air.
     What in hell do they do?  Drink for five hours per night, and then write seven to ten pages a day on their novel during the day?  If they did that, when do they work?  I have no idea?

     I also really wonder about poets who don't carry a little notebook around.  What if an idea comes?  All I know from personal experience is that if I don't write the thought at the time, it will always be forgotten, or different then the original intention when I try to write it down later.

     One thing I can't stop thinking about since some of those bums drink in the alley is, "What if I brought a beer from another place, and hid it in the plants when I was inside?  Then I could have a beer both inside and out."
     I would get into trouble for that, I'm sure, so I'll just keep watching the bums drink outside.  After all, it is a public street.

     I did see three bums kick out the bum with sunglasses.  They all ganged up on him, and kicked him out of the area, which I was happy about, because I hate the guy they kicked out.
     It is funny to see a hierarchy amongst the homeless.
     Quite frankly, I wish they would all go away, but that gonna happen, because remember, everybody, they are people, too, and they have rights!

     I wish Bo would learn to draw, but that ain't going to happen, either.

     How'd you guys like my rant today, two people who read this?  haha.

Some Items For A Friday Afternoon

          I'm actually not into detailing every aspect of the bar.  I feel that would be intrusive.  Also, I don't trust facebook.  I think facebook is rather manipulative.  I refrain from answering surveys, or giving more information than is needed.  Once you type something into facebook, they own it.  They sell off your information to interested companies, I believe.

      Anyway, this Stormtrooper had a rough day.

      The toys help to sell my napkin art.

      Lest anyone think I want to be at a bar every night, you're wrong.  I would rather sit at home and play video games.  I don't do this for my health.

      If he can't take a joke, fuck him.  He sure does seem to like the young ladies.  He can't take his eyes off of them.  Neither can I, but sheez.  Is he hoping to sack a couple of them?  It sure seems that way to me.  Maybe he should try an internet dating service, and he can tell the girl about his time spent in the 1960's.

      I like Mark.  If he makes you listen to one of his stories, at least there is a point to it.

      I will have to someday make 'The Lego Larry Movie'.

     I can't stand listening to Messica.  She drones on for hours.  Some of my most wonderful nights at the bar is when she isn't there.  Her voice really carries, too, which is a shame for me.  How much socializing can a person do?  Jesus.  She was talking last night about how perhaps it might be handy to have a personal trainer to help firm up her belly.  I wonder how the drinking is going to fit into her work-out schedule?  It beats me.

     Just to end this entry on a positive note, I like Leon and those old guys he hangs out with.  I can listen to them for hours, and they don't like 'The Poet's Group' too much, either.  Haha, I found some friends.

Elvis Christ

     I think it is time for Elvis Christ to get a renewal on his restraining order.

     I never thought much of him, and I wish he would move to another continent.

     Elvis was wondering why I didn't want to talk to him last week.  He doesn't remember all the times he has offended people with his drunken behavior, and what a pain he's been over the years.

     As regards his 'tape art', I never liked it because the words he wrote didn't make sense.

     This is a general audience blog, and Blogger doesn't like profanity; otherwise, I would swear a lot right now about that son of a bitch.

Strawberry Hat Jessica Out For The Count

     Not much happened, but I heard Strawberry Hat Jessica was so drunk that she kept falling off the bench outside, so they finally laid her down on the sidewalk, until somebody could get her home.

     I got a lot of work done, so I was happy.

     I try to stay out of people's business, because it bores me, and what they do is so boring, just sitting in a bar talking for hours, with nothing getting done.
     I don't know how people have so much time.
     Life is short, you know.

     This woman Kathy died, who not too many people knew.  She hit her head when she fell at home, went into a coma for three weeks, and died.
     That is it for Kathy, which is unfortunate, because she was a really nice lady.
     She was an orphan, so she didn't really have much in the way of family.
     The picture of the blonde on the bulletin board near the door is Kathy.
  

     She was a lovely woman.

July 4th, etc.

     The 4th of July was fun because hot dogs were served, and I actually made it to the bar on time for that.  They were served by one of 'The Royal Couples of North Beach'.

     Fireworks were being launched from up the hill in Chinatown, so I don't know what was going on with that.  I had never seen fireworks that big come from that area.  I think because of the fire-code that it would be pretty illegal.

     Anyway, people have been pretty nice lately because of the holiday and the nice weather.

     One guy did do a 'CB' on me, ( a cockblock ), and I wasn't too happy with that.  He's the guy who leaves his coffee on the windowsill.  Haha.
     I've heard him defend himself before.  His comment would be something like, "She threw herself right at me!  There was nothing I could do!"
     I'm so tired of him as it is.
     There's plenty of girls around.  He doesn't have to flirt with ones I'm associated with.  But, of course, he'll do it again.

     I like the new word they call it when a guy over forty is cruising for chicks.  It's called 'trolling'.

     * * * * *

     I've started doing 'The Drunken News' on my painted napkins once in a rare while.  If you are lucky, you might find one going through my stacks of napkins.  Or if you mention to me that you read about it here, I might write you up a copy, if I'm in a good mood, and drunk enough.

     Thanks to all my readers of 'The Drunken News'.  You guys helped to make it all possible.  I appreciate the responses I get. 

     If I can find some cheap t-shirts, maybe I'll make some 'Drunken News'  shirts someday.  That would be fun.  I would just draw the logo on with a permanent marker.

The Basics of Journalism

     The only journalism class I ever took was in ninth grade.  Eventually, I didn't like being told what I could or could not write about.  I didn't like my content being edited.  I didn't like there being a line that I could not cross, even though it was just words, or submitting a cartoon from time to time.  So I never took another journalism class again.  A pity, maybe I would have liked it.
     Anyway, any good newspaper story covers "The Five W's":  Who, What, When, Where, Why, and the 'H'....How.

     Dang it, I forget the 'When'.

     I would swear profusely on 'The Drunken News', but I don't think Blogger appreciates too much profanity, so I try to avoid it.

     Basically, I think what happens in a bar should stay in a bar, and I really shouldn't go around writing too much about people unless I slightly fictionalize it, and even that isn't too good of a thing to do.  Some news items are just too juicy, however, so it is hard to resist.
     Some news items that others think are important, like a poetry reading, I could really care less about.
     My only point is that I do struggle with what I should and shouldn't post, and maybe that is a good thing.  At least I have a built-in decency meter.  Of course, it fluctuates wildly depending on my own drunkenness. 

     Nobody is innocent when it comes to 'The Drunken News'.  We've all done stuff we're not proud of, so I do try to be considerate.

     When it comes to people who are repeat offenders, or are generally a nuisance to others, those are who I like to go after.

     For example, I've never written about Carson on 'The Drunken News'.  Why should I?  He is a really nice guy, and never bothers anybody.
     But I do like to write about drunks that talk too loud every night, because they invade my space with their constant babble, and aren't considerate of others.

     I also don't like people who give the bartenders a hard time.  They have a tough enough job as it is.
     They deserve every cent they make, for essentially being 'Baby Sitters For Adults', haha.

     I'm still learning how to be a nicer and better person, but that is a different story, and I don't want to bore everybody to tears with all of that nonsense.

     Anyway, it's all good.  ( God, I hate that phrase, but it is useful at times like when you want to end a conversation with someone where you don't care what the hell they are talking about. )
    

Bully Bonehead and Some Signs

     It was easier to become friends with Bully Bonehead than to be enemies.
     My preference was actually to pretend he didn't exist, but his ego wouldn't allow that.
     I don't like his art, and I don't like him.
     So, now I have to go through the motions of pretending we actually have a rapport.
     I guess it is no big deal.

     Anyway, he showed me his art, and the anatomy was off.
     After looking at his art, I said, "Where's The Love?"

     That's all I have to say right now.
     I just had to get this off of my chest, because it was bothering me.

                              I'll just say 'whatever' and think about other things for the rest of the day.


     Anyway....

     I like the Specs' sign boards very much.
     I hate when people alter them.  It bugs me.

    

     I hope you enjoyed the signs.