. . 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."