It was the same old thing again today.
     I made, right in front of people, a bunch of napkin art.  They just pretend that I am not there.
     It is sad.
     I feel fine for me, but I am concerned for them.
     They can't step outside of themselves for one moment to say a nice word to me.
     It's not my problem.
     Those people don't have any money to spend, anyhow.
     But you know what?  A compliment is free.

     Anyway, then there was the incident where I was outside smoking, and a cop car pulled up to the curb.  They asked me for my I.D. on the basis that they were looking for somebody who looked like me.  What a story.  I think it could be true, but I also think they were killing two birds with one stone.  They could say they were doing their work looking for the bad guy, and checking up on me at the same time.  The cops were nice enough, and kept things at a conversational level.  I know better than to talk to much.  Cops have tricked me before.  They have only one interest.  Themselves.  That is about it.

     I had two cups of coffee.

     Some woman who was a friend of the counter lady said she was having trouble with her back.  The poor woman doesn't know how to stretch it out.

     In any case, I had fun today.  I painted, smoked, did my thing, and had a good time.  I still felt a slight buzz from last night, haha.

     I will say that I got home last night, and did some scathing work about three people for 'The Drunken News'.
     I have the greatest excuse for anything I write,....."I was drunk, I couldn't help myself."

     Anyhow, it is time to play some 'Lord of The Rings Online'.  I finally learned how to craft some items yesterday, and I had a good time.  I am going to do some more of that.

     Not much else to talk about unless I want to get all bitter.

     I did see a woman with a nice ass, so that cheered me up.  It was heart-shaped, which is my favorite.

     It was a good day today, though, I kind of had a slight headache from the brown sugar in my coffee.  Then, there is the smoker's cough I have.
     Anyway, my new friend was there again.  She is a swell gal.
     I also ran into a poet friend of mine, who was there in the cafe with his wife for a while.

     Here is my napkin art set-up for the day.
     The cafe is ideal to paint in.  First of all, the window faces the north which is the only light in which true colors are visible to artists.  Second, the cafe is kind of run down, and has a communal feeling, so it is great for me to go in there and do my thing.

     Caffeinated people don't buy art.  That is true.  They are too self-absorbed at the cafe.  Everybody ignores me and my art, which sucks, but that is just how it is.
     In contrast, I get a lot of attention at the bar at night.  People throw money at me, and buy me drinks.  Good times, eh?

     Even if I only sold one napkin art per day at the cafe, that would pay for two coffees.  Someday, I hope to develop my day business.

     The people who run the cafe aren't too sensitive to artists.  They make me pay like anybody else, even though I've done work for them.  Also, they scheduled me for two art shows, and then they forgot, and had somebody else put art their art up, so, I'm not really inclined to formally show my art there.  No one there has any money anyhow.  It's in The Mission, for Christ's sake.  Nobody has money there.

     At least all of the rejection during the day balances the attention I get at night at the bar, so that is something.

     I still haven't gotten laid as a result of Napkin Art, but I'm working on it.  For right now, I'm happy to take women's money.  That is all I need from them right now.