Well, it was a good night...

     I sold $40 worth of napkin art, got some free drinks, and got a kiss.  I can't complain about that.
     I would say that Cthulu is calling for me.
     Anyway, I saw Elvis Christ getting arrested for violation of his restraining order.  His friend Justin is next.  Both of those guys are complete messes of humanity.
     I had a good time.
     I have a beer here.
     I made it home on my bike just fine.
     I saw some cute girls.
  
     This was the last Friday night of 2011.

     Tomorrow night will be a madhouse of drunkenness.  I don't know if I will go out.  Maybe I will.  Maybe I should participate in life.
     People get out of control and crazy in San Francisco, so if I go out tonight, I should do so with caution.
    
     The lady was nice to me.  I asked her if she was a swinger.  She said no, but then she gave me a wet, juicy kiss with her husband sitting on the left of her.  He was a nice guy, but not the most aware person I have ever met.
     She was her own woman before she ever met him.
     It's all good, I suppose.

     I made people happy with my napkin art.  I give it away for free.  If any money comes back my way, that is a bonus of life and living.  I have nothing to do with it.  I send out my messages, and sometimes money comes back, sometimes not.  It is none of my business what happens in return.  As an artist, I just send the message out.

     I could really use some booty right now, but there is none to be had.

     I did have a delicious turkey prosciutto sandwich.  It was so damn good.  Every bite was heaven.

     I drank Raineer's.  It has a high alcoholic content.

     I did a lot of writing and drawing.  It felt good.