This past Saturday I got tired of drawing alone indoors. My lust for Budweiser heavy was too strong to resist. With most of my friends shackled down to the restraint of their significant other I decided to go on a one man mission. I began a journey to dive-ish bar. I hosed off, changed into less dirty clothes and loaded my mitts with a cheap drawing pad and a bic pen.
I figured I do my usual bit of drawing in a dim lit cave. Except there would be other people, cheap beers and a story or two to eavesdrop on. If someone found my scribbles interesting I’d offer to trade for booze. I took a few sheets of lined paper to document to night. I’ve worked this plan before. It’s unpredictable, so I prepare for the worst. A few bucks in my pocket, some back up cash fold tight in my shoe, a comb and a positive attitude.
I got too drunk and lost all those notes when going from there to here, so I’ll type what I can remember as best as I can. The talent playing was a country music band named Sterling Silver. I got my first beer on the bar at 9:20pm. Started this drawing:
While drawing I overheard these two drunks talking to the man next to me. They ask if he knew any Skynyrd songs. He looked confused. Then they asked if he would play a Skynyrd song. He replied “Sure. Someday, but I’m not in the band”. He points at the band tuning their instruments while taking a break from a set. One of drunks said they knew he was in a band cause he had long hair. “Everyone knows if a guys got long hair, he’s probably in a band”. They asked what instrument he played. Before he could reply they mumbly suggested he played the skin flute. I thought this to be funny because they did not laugh. For some odd reason the man said this as a possibility and not an insult. The man next to me kindly said “Come on now..” Turned to me and asked about the drawing. He seemed to like it, so I traded it to him for a couple of beers:
Not only did this man share some beer money with me he also told me a story about this stint in the luxurious city called Hawaiian Gardens. I’ll share the story some day. Let me just say it ended with a drawing of an ear on a door.
After this drawing I began the next. At this point I’m pretty much racing the alcohol in my system. The winner controls my ability to draw a straight line. I started this drawing…
…Then came Nay. She offered to take this off my hands for more booze. I got to admit, I kept my cool but things got super hazy after those drinks. Didn’t push me over, but got damn near close. I cooled the drinks for a few minutes. As luck would have it my damn pen ran out of ink at just the right time.
I ask the Bartender Denise if she had a pin handy. I had just enough squint in my eye to crank out one more with the loner pen…
That was the night more or less. It was great. I was able to carve a piece of my soul for some new friends.
I should do this again sometime.