A regular customer, he comes  in to the restaurant 1, 2, maybe 3 times a week. One of the local characters, he's usually looking for a free OJ ("Can I just get some ice...maybe with a splash of Orange Juice..."), or a handful of french fries, a couple of Zucchini sticks, maybe just 2 dollars worth, he's broke, 60 or 70 odd years old and reminisces of the time when he hung around the brat pack, Dean Martin, Marilyn Munroe, Jean Harlow, down around Malibu and Hollywood, abundant references to a glorious former life and circle of friends that he may or may not have had...

I'd heard he also did art, of sorts, so offered him $20.00 if he'd do a nude sketch of one of our waitresses, a small revenge upon her for all the countless tables of hers she'd made me bus, he laughs, ...

Returning from Toronto there's a package for me ... 

Batshit Package

A package addressed to me, wrapped in a dirty gym sock and rubber bands, my curiosity is piqued, "Gift 2 Server->+Duck"...

Batshit

Various pieces of posters, a stick, a stone, found cards, with his elaborations and thoughts written upon them:

Side One: "If U Go..Cabin Cafe U'll See Point...R.N.R. Put Norma-J at (illeg)"

Side Two: "Blondie Tol Preminger "Ur Click...River no Return War Worst" Is Its Thurs - Aug 18 + Guess who's waterin weeds G Cabin ... Koot Bay...Tel Me...Giv R. Normal Not Me...Woood 12 Chilly"

3 cards from a Jesus based Tarot, with notes:

 

AND 2 large posters:

I like outsider art, and this is as "Outside" as it gets. Curios from a local...