Sunday

Go into a bar with two brand new pens and an empty notebook. Go at the beginning of happy hour. Go alone. Sit right at the bar. Start drinking. Start writing. Stay there as long as you can. Keep writing. Drink drink after drink. Fill page after page. Draw pictures too if necessary. Don’t say anything at all except when you have to order another drink. As you get drunker and drunker, and your handwriting gets bigger and wilder, and the things that you’re writing become wilder and wilder, and more and more people have peeked at what you are doing - what you are writing - and more and more people begin to point at you and whisper - including the staff - especially the staff - then, my friends . . . then! That’s when.

6 comments:

Bruce said...

Would that work with Diet Coke? I quit the booze a couple of months ago but I'd love to learn what comes after "when".I've been waiting for the moment after "when" for a while now...

the one who gives kiwis a bad name said...

It wouldn't be safe to do that in a West Auckland bar, you'd end up with your pen shoved up your ass and your paper wiping it.

Bobby said...

Actually kiwi, nah.

r's musings said...

Great post, Bobby! Makes you wonder what comes next... My first thought was: that's when you pick up your pens and paper and let out a real loud chip fart for your audience as you walk out the door!

jeannie said...

You start handing out autographs next! Act like a celeb and take charge of the place.

Michelle's Spell said...

Love the first line and everything that follows. Keep up the good work!