“Al and Angel went to Happy Hour.”
“Happy Hour?”
“You know how it is? They think they need a grape slushie
every day, so they drive through and get a Happy Hour drink for a dollar. The
slushie machine has been broken, and you would think someone cut their
throats. When they give their order, the
young man at the window knows who they are by their voice. Angel and Al think
that’s really special that he knows their name.
I tell them, “Its just good business. That business makes
$2.00 a day off of you.” Anyway, they live for those grape slushies.
“Grape slushie? That’s not what I call Happy Hour.”
“Yes, I know. Your Happy Hour costs you a lot more than a
dollar a day. You’ve spent a fortune on women you don’t even know their names
and they probably forget yours. Thank God, my Sweet Al doesn’t have your bent.
At least the young man at the drive-through window knows Al’s name. ”
David asked, “What else is going on in Pagosa?”
“I just finished a book with all The Artist’s Lane articles
in it from 2008 to 2012. It is available now on Lulu.Com”
“Loser.Com?”
“That seems fitting, but no, Lulu.Com. You’re in it. There’s
a section just on you. You need to buy a book and make me happy!”
“Oh my God!”
“It’s going to be a coffee table book and a bathroom size
book. You can read about all your girlfriends when you’re too old to do
anything else.”
“That will never happen. I met a girl last night. I’ve
been out of town and working hard. I needed to get out. So, I cleaned up and
went out to a couple of nightspots. I met two girls in their thirties. They
were both as cute as they could be, but there was one I was really attracted
to. I bought them both a glass of wine. The one I was interested in looked like
she wanted to be kissed.”
“And, what does THAT look like?”
“I don’t know. It’s a look, you just feel it, it says kiss
me. So I just reached over and kissed her. She kissed me back. I got her phone
number. When she left she kissed me three more times.”
“Well, I guess I can be happy, My Sweet Al comes home with
purple lips instead of kisses on them from some strange woman.”
“Al couldn’t handle this kind of Happy Hour. My problem is
wondering what’s next.”
“Do you mean, the next girl or the next job?”
“Both.” David laughed.
“Thank God for little favors. I guess you know this
conversation will be in the next book? I’m calling it ‘Too much Happy Hour.’
I’ve already started a new book for 2013 and I’ve already written two articles
about you.”
Final
Brushstroke! I’m home typing while Al is enjoying a grape slushie and Happy
Hour. I guess a grape Slushie is harmless after talking to Al’s brother, David.
Happy Hour for me is seeing my next article in the newspaper. I guess it’s
whatever makes you happy!
Artist’s Quote: "Empty
pockets never held anyone back. Only empty heads and empty hearts can do
that." - Norman Vincent Peale
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