The Outsider

     I am an outsider.  I am not from here.  I am mostly from Los Angeles, with an eight year stint in Utah.

     I am 45 years old now.  Seventeen of those years I have spent in San Francisco.  Some say you are not a true resident until you have been here for twenty years.

     Anyhow, I go to a local bar every night called, "The Texan Outhouse".  It has nothing to do with Texas.

     The bar is frequented by all kinds of people, from all walks of life.  Some of the customers are more well-off than others.  The economic range is 'completely homeless' to 'doing pretty good'.
   
     That is part of the appeal to the bar.  Anybody and everybody is welcome, some more than others.

     So, anyways, my perspective is of that of a fucked up artist ex-Mormon and current alcoholic.  I like to mix it up.

     I make art every night in the bar, and I often sell my art, too.  People like what I do enough to cough up some cash for it, which makes me happy.  It beats working.  Trumps it.

     Some people like me, some don't.  Nothing I can do about that, except to mind my P's and Q's.  I don't want to wear out my welcome.

     Sometimes I make fun of people in my art, and in my writing.  I think it is funny, that is why I do it.  Sometimes, however, I do it because I am morally outraged, or disturbed by what I see.

     One thing I do see, myself included, is people doing the same things over and over again, without variation.  I make fun of this a lot.

     For the most part, though, I don't know what to say.  It is just a bar.  It has a history and reputation of being a literary bar, though, where people would come in and write.
     Currently, I hear a lot of people say they are writers, but mostly they are talkers, I think.  I don't see any writing going on, except once in a while by the dedicated few.
     
     I do observe a lot of show-boating and drama.  There is a healthy competition at all times to be the center of attention, which is another great thing to make fun of.

     Overall, I like the bar a lot, and I like the freedom it provides.  I only wish more people would take advantage of this.  But that isn't my problem, is it?  No, I don't think so.

     Critics of my art work, and of me as a person, never buy my art anyhow, so I don't know why I care what they say.
     Hands down, the art that I do that sells the most is my naked lady art, so I'll continue doing that, drink a beer, and have a good time.

The Nexus

     Are you enjoying having no new 'Drunken News' blog entries?     It is just hard for me to care anymore.

     Actually, I wish I had full reign to say whatever I wanted, about who I wanted to write about.  That would be fun.

     However, if the fun element is completely stripped away, then there is no incentive.

     Not getting paid for my writing, the fun I have writing is the only motivating factor.  Take away that one element, and there is nothing.  There is just a void.  An empty space waiting to be filled.  A blank sheet of paper.  A white canvas.  Nada.  Zip.

     Is there anything to be said about a bar and its' denizens?  I think there is a lot.  A bar is a crossroads in the nexus of humanity.  Time stands still.  There is a lot to observe because of what humans do when they are intoxicated.  They become more of themselves for a while.

     The fictional name I came up with for the bar is 'The Texan Outhouse'.  That way I could still call it a 'First Class Toilet'.

     Meanwhile, as an update, I am still going through all the entries, to remove any and all offensive material.  So far, to be honest, I haven't found much. 
     Mostly I think what is going on is that people's egos are out of control with 'self-importance' set on high.

     The End For Now.

I don't get paid, so why should I continue?

     I don't know.

     There is no reason to write anymore on this blog.

"It's Over, Johnny"

     Yeah, 'The Drunken News' is over.  Nothing to read here.  Nothing to see, so just go away.

     I will, as a final gesture, post a picture...

    

     The sign reads, "A Gentleman does not adjust his crotch in public, nor does he ever make a date out of desperation."

     I guess I am a pretty sarcastic bastard, but I had fun posing for this picture.  I let out a big laugh after the picture was taken, right in front of Jasper Blurtzmann, too. 
     Oh well, what can you do?

     The quote comes from an antique book of manners that a bartender wrote on the board.

     There was some confusion about the second part of the line.  Basically, it means that a gentleman does not date below his economic or social class, for example, he does not fuck the maid.  Also implied is that a real gentleman does not sleep with whores in a situation where he can get caught, heaven forbid.  A real gentleman does indeed plan out his liasons, outside of his current zip code.  That is why people take vacations, for god's sake.

     So, thanks again to all those who have read and enjoyed 'The Drunken News'.  It is over for real.  Good-bye.

     You'll have to get your news from somewhere else.  You can always go back to the normal group of people in North Beach who have been talking bad gossip for the last twenty years.  It is okay if they do it, because they don't publish it, but it hurts just as bad, trust me.

It is over.

     'The Drunken News', as you know it, is over.

     It is all done.

     It is finished.

     I am quitting 'The Drunken News' in its' current form.

     First, I have to edit every entry.  This will take some time, as there are over sixty entries.

     There are a few entries that I have to edit because some people don't like to be written about, so I have to fix that.  Some people have a sense of humor, some do not.

     'The Drunken News' will become 'fictional', so as to protect myself.

     Just so you know, 'The Drunken News' is my fifth most popular blog.  That means that I have four other blogs that people have read more of.  This is funny especially with those that have been offended for whatever reason.  It could be ego, pride, or that I tell the truth.  In any case, some people don't like what I do.  In actuality, they don't like what I do whether I write about them or not.  They don't like anything I do, and writing about them just exacerbates things.  So, everything will become 'fiction', like I said in the preceding paragraph.

     For those fans who liked 'The Drunken News' just as it is....well, sorry.  Some people don't swallow pills very well, so I have to change things.

     For those people who come to this blog just for the gossip....well, I feel sorry for you.  Really, I do...especially since the whole thing was intended as a big, fucking joke.

     See y'all, later, you pathetic bunch of hot air windbag lazy ragamuffin bastards and bitches.

     KISS MY GRITS.


     ( Thus ends 'The Drunken News' in its' current state. )

     Bye for now.

     The End.

An Edited Post

     Yeah, I was completely going to quit doing 'The Drunken News'.  It wasn't fun anymore.

     ( I wrote an additional page of material, and then deleted it.  I know I wrote it.  However, due to recent events, no one will read it now. )

     Sorry.

     Bye for now.

Pretty Much

     Pretty much, 'The Drunken News' has pissed off two ( 2 ) people.

     As far as I know, that is about it.

    

     This isn't even my most popular blog, not that any of them are.

     The kind of person who reads this blog should probably stop reading it.  There is nothing good here.  You would be better off reading some real books.  I don't provide any real information here.

     Beyond this, I don't have to explain myself.

     I will say this, and that is I have gone back into some of the things I've written, and I'm not offended.  If you are, it is not my problem.

     If you don't like what I write, don't read it.  Bye.

    

Wow, it's been a busy week for 'The Drunken News'.

     I'm going to go through every article to see what needs to be edited...

     I just flipped through some posts that I wrote.  That anybody would take anything I write seriously is beyond me.