It was a couple of beers, and a couple of glasses of red wine.
     What happened is that some girl ordered the wine, and never came back.  The bartender gave me the wine, and I drank them up.
     Now I know why all those women drink that stuff.  It messes you up fast.
     So, I was lit, and had a good time.

     I sold one napkin art to a friend who has bought from me before.

     I won't be taking a vacation any time soon.  I have to sell a lot more than one to make that happen.

     My friend was talking to me.  She said I was a little too passive in meeting women.
     She's right, but I just don't care anymore.
     I just want to make and sell art.
     Besides, I don't have much to do with whether or not a woman likes me or not.  It is her decision, and I am never in the mood to try and grease up her pan with sweet talk.  I am just not that kind of person.  When I try and force meeting a woman, it never works.  I would rather just let things happen organically.  That method doesn't work, either, but it keeps me out of trouble.
     Anyway, what am I going to do, put her on the back of my bike and take her to my art studio?  That just wouldn't work.

     It was a good night, in any case, and the bartender cranked out some good tunes.

     Beware of Chance Acquaintances.

     Actually, some men are on permanent cruise control with intention to score.  It isn't by chance that certain men will meet a girl.
     It creeps me out to watch these older dudes trying to meet younger women in the bar.

     In my case, I don't go after them.  They come to me, but only to see my art.  I don't pick up on them, because that doesn't work anyway.

     A woman pretty much decides how it is all gonna go down anyhow.  A man doesn't have much to do with it except to hang out and be there, in my opinion.

     I am getting too old to care.  I just want to make art.

      This is the beginning of Little Italy, or the end, depending on which way you are walking.

      He is asleep at the bar.

      North Beach in San Francisco is beautiful.

      Uh, oh...he spilled his beer!

     Sometimes it is a quiet night with not much happening.

      Outdoor fun at the bar.

      Also, here are some penguins.

     Having toys on the table is fun, but I've met people who want to take my giraffe home with them.

     Sometimes people need a hand across the street after a night of drinking.

     Here is Specs Bar, where I practice my napkin art.

     That is 'Quik Draw'.  He draws people in five minutes or less.

     I like the design of the sidewalk better than his art.

     Sometimes, people find creative ways to go to sleep.

     Stepping into the bar, you might see my napkin art display at the back table.

     Any napkin art on the table sells for $5.  It is a diplomatic price that everybody can afford.

      I was photographing a little stop-animation sequence, but I am too lazy today to make the video of it.

     Now that I've posted the pictures, I like the sequence.  Maybe I will make the video for it after all.



     Okay, I got off of my lazy butt and made the video:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1I7Nq616JDM

     The movie program crashed while I was making this, detouring me for a half hour, so I hope you like the video.

     I love taking pictures of people falling asleep.
     Here is this woman I call 'The Egg' pretending that she is reading.

     She is momentarily zonked out.

     The front table is where I was doing my napkin art one night.
  
     Then, this woman started giving this other woman a 'healing'.

     The woman receiving the healing is famous for stalking the owner of Zynga games, allegedly.  I saw the article in a Business publication. 

     Her name is Vera, she is Russian, and she normally sells her stripper photos for $10 a piece, though I have seen her charge more when she can get it.
     Vera often talks to herself, and thinks the Apple company stole the logo from her.
     Vera is also into black magic, but not Vodka, which is odd for a Russian.  I guess not all Russians drink vodka.

     Anyway, I don't exactly get along with Vera.  As long as I don't have to hear her mumble to herself, I'm cool.

     It was me, after all, that told her to go to this bar.  I felt bad for her selling her photos outside, and having the wind blow them away.  Plus, she had big knockers.

     It might have been the biggest mistake I ever made.

     When I asked her about her stalking history, obviously to try and get money, she said, "THEY'RE ALL LIES!"

     So, she is a nutjob freakcase.

     Welcome To San Francisco.  The red flashing beacon light on top of the TransAmerica building is a homing device to bring all the freaks to the city, as the joke goes. 
     I'm here, too, so it must of worked.

     Vera isn't a bad person, but I think she is more than a little confused.  I think she got screwed over by the people who brought her to this country, and then other things happened.  People at the bar who are new like to talk with her, because she is unusual and interesting.  Eventually, something doesn't feel right, though.

     Here is picture I took of myself in front of Dave's Bar on third street.  It was the day we visited the DeYoung museum.
    
     All that I see happening is that I am getting older and scarier looking, like a monster.

     I try not to think about it too much, because inside, I feel way different.