A friend of mine had this t-shirt.  Isn't it fantastic?

     So, I've been going to the bar every night this year.  I have not missed a night.
     I am starting to get into the rhythm of it all.  It feels good.
     I like to go to the bar, with my napkin art, pop open a beer, and paint to my heart's content.  It is a good time.
     There is hardly anything better than drinking a Raineer while they play CCR.  It feels really good.
     Last night the bartender played Billie Holiday for an hour, and sure enough, I started to get depressed.  I don't think I need any more depression than what I already have.
     Maybe tonight will be more uplifting. 
     I could use a break from Johnny Cash and Patsy Cline.  I'm pretty sure one or both will be played tonight.  It is hard to think about Modern Art while one of them is on the stereo.  It is just... too sad.
     Anyway,  it is a good day so far, and we'll see what happens.

     Last night was another edition of poets having a political discussion, which resulted in an argument.  Great, just great.
     I paint while they argue. 
     I have something to show my for time spent at the end of the night.

     In a couple of hours I will be off to the bar.  Wish me luck.  Hopefully, I can get some good sales.
     The problem with selling off all of my best work, is that then I have to create more of that quality, and it ain't always easy, that is for sure.

    

     85.9.  One more slip-up and I'll get the dread 86, which translates to 'kicked out of the bar forever.'
     If that happens, I'll just find another bar.  It won't be a big deal.

Whatever you are, be a good one

     I like the messages they write on the sign outside the bar.
     Unfortunately, bad people that hang about or pass by will alter the message, and that pisses me off.
     So, oftentimes, it is good to take the picture of the sign before anyone messes with it.
     I like my art unaltered and pure.
     I am not the biggest fan of graffiti you will ever meet.

     Some 18 year old tagged a painting in a museum when he was with his girlfriend.  He thought it was funny.  The damaged painting was by Roy Lichtenstein.
     I checked so I could spell the artist's name right.  Research is a pain, even when the information is at your fingertips, but it is better than looking like an idiot, which I do enough of as it is.

The Pattern of The Squares

I like the pattern of the squares.

It is nice.

Man, what a night...

     I'm at the cafe right now pulling myself together.
     I did my painting thing at the bar last night.  I have a commission piece I am working on for a client, and I need that back table at the bar to be able to concentrate on the one thing.
     I made progress on my painting work, and I got people to buy me beers.  I earned several beers.
     I am going back tonight, because I have to deliver a canvas.

     I woke up at 10 am, and I was kind of a trainwreck.  It took an hour and a half to get out of there.  It takes a while to get started with the laptop to set it all up, and to get my coffee.

     I watched episode 69 of The Howard Stern channel 9 show.  I think that was the last one.  They are all on youtube if you type in 'Howard Stern Channel 9 episode 1'.

     Anyway, I'm having trouble getting started today.  There was the guy making a lot of ruckus in the cafe when I got here, and now my friend is here talking to me right at the moment when I am trying to compose.  It is almost impossible to write with him talking.

     It is all messed up today, we'll see what happens.

     * * *

     I can finally write.  My friend left, but I had to talk to him.

     You know what?  My head is so messed up, and so many things happened, I can't even begin to put it all together right now.