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:
It took about 2 beers to finish
The band of the night
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:
Owner of “The Lost Soul Of Jeff Templin”
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…
Nay On The Demon
…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.
Nay On The Demon
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…
Denise with the Thankful Big Eyed Bunny
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.