My nephew offered to take out me tonight to the Tower Bar. A bar in downtown San Diego that had been called one of the top ten dive bars in San Diego county.

My nephew and his girlfriend picked me up. My nephew had brought along a couple of micro-brews that we shared while D.D. Droves us to the bar. I was so stoned I got wrapped up in the buttons on the camera. I couldn’t remember what button did what. My nephew paid our way in. It was $3. I was still jacking around with camera and wanted to take some pictures, but I was super- buzzed. I didn’t really get my shit together until I fumbled around and drank a 32 oz. bottle a Tecate. About 30 minutes later I finally realized where I was and what I was doing. I went into the men’s room not even having to pee just so I could see the buttons on the camera. I fired a random shot just above the pisser. I was thinking if I really had some sense that maybe I should see what I just took a picture.

I stumbled around a little bit more as I screwed with the buttons while still standing in the john over the pisser. Someone else came in, my eyes were glassier than a brand new $2 crack pipe from the neighborhood head store. I managed to pretend I was sober and sort of casually sauntered out of the bathroom.

Eventually I came to and realized I had a camera in my hand. I finally found out how to keep the flash off after recognizing the dial setting. Man, I was toast but had to do something beside look stupid with the camera in my hand

I was shooting without a flash. I looked into the viewfinder and quickly flicked through the pictures I had just taken. A lot of them of blurry and thought that I was trying hard enough to hold the camera still, besides the iris was taking it’s time closing on auto. I just dismissed worrying about whether or not the shots were blurry and just kept shooting regardless.
I would break off, sip on my beer, turn the camera off for a few minutes.

Then I would turn it on again and start taking more pictures. I just took a few above my head without looking through the viewfinder remembering it was just keeping a record of everything I shot. I could always go through it later and delete the ones I didn’t like.
I started walking through the crowd. There was 3 black guys on the stage rapping. I just went with and walked through the crowd and took pictures between people’s shoulders.

I just simply kept taking pictures the whole time I was there.

Finally one guy at the corner of bar declared he was a photographer also, and said I should ask permission before I took anyone’s photo. I just liked down at my preview and deleted out the last 6 photos I had taken of him.

Finally it was time to go, D.D. Paul’s girlfriend was ready to go. We made our way out the door winding through the crowd. We finally got outside where there were patrons standing and smoking. The guy at the door with the armband tattoos was still staking money for the door. While we were still inside with Paul the cop car had cruised the parking lot a couple of times.

There was a rumor going round in the crowd that the cops were going to shut us down. Anyway, Paul was nowhere to be found. I was keeping D.D.’s back because there a couple of shady characters standing down by the car.

Well Paul finally popped up he had been visiting with some people that lived over in apartment next door to the The Tower’s parking. That was the name of the bar I forgot to mention that. Yeh, I got some closing shots of Paul stumbling on the steps as he was leaving the people’s apartment that was across from the parking lot.

I finished up after taking 287 photos. On the way home I deleted about 60. After getting home I sat down and weeded down to about 30 and here they are.