drunk hurricane

Last night at work, a home bum woman,casualy walked in, looked around, and when she thought nobody could see her, she pulled a straw from her purse and helped herself to a costomers pitcher ofbeer.
When confronted, she spat "What are you gonna do about it?" through an old toothless mouth.
She wanted a bed for the night ala Portland Police Department.
She was escorted to the door where she promptly began panhandling right in front us.
She was rad, single minded like a drunk hurricane.
I dubbed her "The Mosquito" because she was a female, desperado with a straw just like the common Mosquito, the blood sucking ones are all female.
She came in later asking to make bills out of her handfuls of change.

I'm down to only two days a week working for the bar, the rest of the time is all about paintings and selling Dawg Snax and hot dogs for my rent money.
Another cool thing that happened recentlly was Skid Mark from the Drop Out Bike Club, he just hopped around the Clown House yard like a grizzly hummingbird, moving from bike to bike, inspecting and repairing out sieriouslly drunk-hole damaged bike fleet.
He got the General Lee rolling and Dude is comming back to fix other favorites.
In the middle of all that, he found an automobile steering wheel that he's sticking on a tall bike...coool!
We are still looking for talent for out Last Thursday/Art Hop special talent show Shmanarchist Idol, come show us your stuff any wed after 3 and before 6