I like writing on this particular blog.  It is a place where I feel I can be myself.
     Of course, on this one, I edit out all of the swearing I normally do, but this particular blog is for my in-depth thoughts.
     To continue, I did my work at the cafe today, with my napkin art.  Most people ignored me, as usual.  It is not as if I don't try.  I don't know what I'm supposed to do to get their attention.  I can't force them to buy my art.  I wouldn't want to sell my stuff to anybody who doesn't really like my work.
     So, I sit there and suffer.
     At least I have fun painting.  Also, I really do enjoy sipping my coffee, and going out to smoke a cigarette while paint dries.
     The cafe I paint at during the day is ideal.  It is a run-down cafe, with bad art on the walls.  The coffee is good, however.  The clientele of this shop don't care much about art, apparently.  They certainly don't care about my art, that is for sure.  I have no idea what they think of it.  My guess is that they think my artwork sucks, that I am a disheveled man, and they should stay forty feet away from me.  Basically, they don't want to acknowledge that I exist.
     Yet, I always catch them looking at my art.  Sometimes, they can't help it.
     They are ready to make snap-judgements, that is for sure. 


     Anyway, I had a good session, got a lot done, and the coffee was good.
     It was chilly and windy outside.

     I will mention that I had to endure another 'Alcoholics Anonymous' session.  Listening to those dopeheads makes me want to drink.  One guy was swearing a lot in his 'bro-speak' manner, and I found him quite tedious to listen to.  The 'moderator' wasn't much better, reading from that damn A.A. book as if it was important.
     I'm not a big fan of A.A., can you tell?

     I'm just happy I got my work done, and I'm looking forward to taking my wares to the bar tonight.

     I'm almost addicted to going to the cafe and getting rejected by everyone there.  I get a rush out of it. 
     At the bar at night, I get attention, and money thrown at me.  Also, people buy me drinks.
     At the cafe, they can't even afford to buy me a $2 coffee.  Those people are cheap.

     So, 'Napkin Art Year One' is almost over.  It has been a hell of a year.  In addition, I started 'The Drunken News', and that has been pretty fun, too.

     I have lots of ideas in my head of what I plan to do.  I hope this next year will be even better.

     Can you imagine?  I paid rent for an entire year off of selling napkin art. 

     One thing that I do want to mention while I am thinking about it is that a friend of mine got her laptop stolen with the book she was writing on it.  Doesn't that suck?  All that work gone down the drain.  I hate thieves worse than just about anything.  They have caused me a lot of pain in my life.

     Also, while I am thinking about it, a lot of people got in San Francisco got eviction notices for Christmas.  Isn't this city great?