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.