this homeless guy came in the other night.
they do a lot.
i quickly got up to see what he needed. perhaps he was trying to use the bathroom, or maybe he had scrounged up enough change for some coffee.
to my surprise this homeless guy was an artist.
actually he claimed to be "the artist"
how he earned that title i never found out.
he drew a prtrait of me. P>
when i saw the portrait i proclaimed
"egad! i look like someone from 'GQ'"
then i remebered that i didnt look like that in real life.
he must draw people as really good looking so he will get paid more.
it worked. i paid him five bucks
12:23 a.m. - 1997-08-29
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