LONDON . . Pub .. I'm guzzling warm ale in a pub. Drawing helps me notice details. For example, drawing these men in tight jeans, and the poster, I notice this is a gay bar. I'm saddened by a young Basque named Carlos, who laments: "I was a shepherd, tending sheep happily in the mountains. One day they found me in the hut with mi amorado. My family ran me out. l can never go home. I hate it here, alone."
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