Every afternoon until early evening, this man comes in, sits at the first booth, and pulls out painting supplies from a canvas bag. He only drinks Manhattans, and the bartender is always whipping them up without question or fail. Then, he pulls out supplies and he paints... the same picture... over... and over... and over again.
Is this not amazing? I have so much to ask him about his life and why he does this, but in the end I don't really care. I just love that he exists, and is a regular at my place of choice.
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