'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.