La Parilla Man

I did this wee sketch at La Parilla in Silverlake earlier this evening. He plays his guitar at patron's tables, but is not the 'Mexican Elvis' who can also be seen there.
I wanted to draw more of the props on the wall, but my carne asada takeout arrived and I had to go.

She had to take him for his Morning Walk....

...though so embarrassed, she couldn't talk.
So straight ahead she would look, a cold blank stare.
As though it didn't bother her, why should she care?
Her little, naked Monster-Man...who shunned most of her clothes,
the briefs and the knickers...even the polka-dotted panty hoes.
(this drawing was made for Jen Shahin's birthday card)

Loose lips sink ships.