The bartender last night was making fun of me for my hightened awearnes stare. My face betrayed I was deep in thought, not the normal silly dude. I had good reason. I was noticing something. Customers were milling out front as usal but some new folks showed up. That happens all the time, Folks jaw jackin out front who eventually get checked in. Then I saw one of the customers pull out and palm  some cash. I'm on the inside of the winwow behind a bunch of ads. I'm the only one who can see that money. Holding cash like that is a drug dealing red flag. I come out hiding, smiling and hanging around amongst them  For some reason they decided to move on. I look across the street at my counterpart Scott who is guarding the other side of the street. He was clocking that stuff too and made his move to obstruct. I befriended Scott because he is approachable. He isn't wearing the industrial cop cosplay, just bare minimum and no gun. Like me he has a genuine drive to keep people's body and property safe.  We regularly meet in the middle of the street to trade information. One day after a meet I gave him a Dump Bunny sticker.The next night he returned the favor by gifting me a fantastic Guardian angel drawing he did. We are friends online now. He was telling me that he loved doing art but hasn't had much luck selling any. I thought..."I'm good at selling art. Maybe better at hawking other people's art than my own. I sell 4 Pandabunny paintings for every one of my own. I told him I would help him sell his art. He gave me a few original drawings and two prints. In the time it took me to walk the art from the street to my bike I sold both prints. Now I'm the guy palming some money. LOL He wasn't expecting to see such a fast return. I'm not surprised. His art sold itself. Here are two original pen and ink drawings he is offereing.

$75 it's a big drawing maybe 11" X 6.5 May be fun to crop and put in a frame as a gift.

$50 for this stunning creature. 

Drop me a line on insta or facebook if this is you. 

"Costume event or Portland?"

 "Costume event or Portland?" It's a thing that has evolved about our town. An ongoing conversation visitors have that rarly includes us. Sometimes theres a costume event like comicon or halloween, other times it's a regular Portland person expressing thier freedom to dress themselves without any scrutiny from straingers. I snapped this today. I'm gonna guess Portland. Here is why !. It looks like clothes not a costume. 2. This person looks like this every day. I seen them many times. 3. They arent performing. They are just having thier life. So thats how ya tell. 

earworms

 I'm at Eagle Eye. Someone just said, "Hey Dingo, I bet you get tired of hearing the same karaoke songs over and over...Dingo..DINGO!" I pulled out my ear buds. "I'm sorry did you say something?"

Milton

 That hurricane is headed right at my Dad's place. I think he will be uneffected. He stays underground (6 feet). Who is the one naming these things. "It's a monster storm, lets name it after a kid who gets his lunch money taken. What was the last huge storm? "Wilma" I guess they thought it needed the name of a Flintstones vitamin.

zz maybe

 Last week my friend (I was on Portlandia with) called me asking for a never ending hankerchief. It's a clown prop. His job is entertaining rockstars and he had ZZ Top with him. I don't know why they needed that. I told him where to get one and then asked him "Please bring ZZ to the Eagle Eye." I need that for the social media angle plus it would blow us all away to meet them. He said no promises but he would try. Then I went to KJ Dan and said "ZZ Top may be arriving in the next hour Please be singing a ZZ Top song when they come in." They didn't show up but my guy now knows I wont card any of his clients if I have several of thier albums.

I'm not the entertainment...until last call I guess.

 Last night at the Eagle was so surreal. I did a rock show with my exwife and she got to meet my work bestie Seala. We did our nightclub act. We were the middle band and our set was all about being divorced. We love doing what we do best...slay audiences. Olive overheard one of the crowd saying "That was amazing, they are great, very entertaining but now I need a nap. That made me tired." LOL I'm guessing thats because normally when a band is playing there are moments when you can talk to a friend or eat or whatever. When the clowns are on everyone shuts up and pays attention because stuff moves fast and it's all designed to retain audience attention. Earlier we had band practice but spent half the time talking about our romances.Later my new girlie friend showed up bringing me some food and that added to the surrealism. I'm seeing lots of people show up from here on Facebook, People who read my page. Thanks for comming. I keep hearing "Go to the Eagle Eye, Dingo Dizmal is working the door." I sometimes remind people "I'm not the entertainment, KJ Dan is." I been giving my own friends money to tip the KJ when I don't see them doing it. A street person gifted me some beer. I don't drink beer and outside alcohol is contraband where I work so I took the 6pack down road. I chase street folks away on the regs but I'm very kind and non judgmental. I appreciate the gift. It seems like Sunday night is turning into Spanish language karaoke night. The last several Sundays have been a Spanish lesson. I translate for the KJ even though I don't speak Spanish. Saterday night was really cool because there were lots of black folks. They were watching "Dirty Ethan" a fellow Texican mixie like myself slaying the song "Bandz a make her dance" with his stunt African American Katie. They do the song all the time. I knew what was comming. Dirty E raps powerfully while Kate twerks until an N word comes up and Kate triumphantly yells it. Those tables full of people lost it. They were beside themselves. I love that they got so much enjoyment out of Ethan and Kates bi racial co-operation. I like Sunday nights because I have time to connect with the security guy across the street and update my coworkers on security stuff. At last call I put my ID scanner device away and pulled out my guitar. I played the song Deloris for the last 10 patrons. The looks on thier faces was hysterical because they never see me perform anything.

Hocus Pocus

 I got flowiz from JEM. One of my favorite people from the Essential Elements days on Hawthorn JEM was in town. Jem and a bunch of friends were at Eagle when I got there.

JEM gave me flowers. Sprout was there too being an amazing human cartoon. I shared many a stage with Sprout. She is legit. She sells every song full throttle. AJ said "Wow Dingo, I love that table of Hocus Pocus you have there. They all love you" I was about to say "Wait a minit Bub, Who you callin Hocus Pocus. Then it dawned on me. All 5 of them were witches.

How did they know eachother? Beltaine.

I'm on the job though. I won't let these charmers distract me from my appointed sentry duty. I went outside. Ashtrays empty, no bandits and two guys talking. "Excuse me Gentlemen." They know who I am. "Fellows, do you feel secure?"

LOL Asking them that, made them instantly apprehensive. "Why Dingo?" I said. "Because I'm security this evening and i want to make sure yall secure. Do you need a footrub, a pay raise, a soulmate, an umbrella, wanna tell me your feels and have me reflect them? Need a blanket?" They assured me they were secure.

I went back in.

Earlier in the night I had got some sad news from my North Star (vaguebooking) so it was a delight to have good friends around.

It was also fortunate that the scariest people in the room actually respected what I asked them to do. I was lowkey expecting to get my bell rung asking all 4 of them for ID even if they are only there for the ATM.

The shift went smooth as a sneaker full o puppy poo.

At the end of the night a cute witchy girl offered me some smootches. I'm not getting paid to makeout so I counted it out like a shot "1 1000, 2 1000, 3 1000. Delightful Mon Amour, See ya later ok?" It's a wonderful perk of the job but I have to treat it with respect. It's an unfair playing field. I'm sober. I call it a "snapshot romance" and leave it alone. If anyone calls me the next day then thats a different conversation. When they are toxed, I'm hands off.

LOL It was a foggy ride home on that electric bike but i was already discombobulated by Necky McNeckerson kissing me up like that

. I'm calli'n this nite a win. bessos Y Flor