The Man Who Can't Draw Horse.

The man who can't draw horse is a story of an artist who lived all by himself in a cheap motel room in the Mission District of San Francisco, Bay Area. He was originally from from way back east somewhere and by this it is meant that he was from the Asian countries not New York or New Jersey. So he was an Asian who had migrated to the Bay Area for one reason or another and like most who had no roots or connections to this affluent City he was sucked into its world of the homeless and the needy, the alcoholics and the drug addicts, the pimps and the prostitutes all converging around the Mecca of the Mission Distrcit a small restaurant called the Clarion located on Mission and Sixteenth Avenue.

Those who had the displeasurte of knowing him called him Sam, or Goddamn Sam or on better days, Sam the Man! His real name no one knew as it was too foreign to say it right, they agreed most of them that it was a tounge twister especially after one had had a drink or two or a toke of two of the joint. They all agreed that there was no a thing worth crying over in a name after all it is just to call you by instead of calling you a horse and when you are dead and gone who gives a damn about your name anymore...remember that dude fromm,,,what was his name??

Ohh yeah the Dude who can't draw a horse! Yeah i remember him used to live at the Eastman Hotel in the middle of the block on sixteenth and Mission and always hung out at the Clarion during breakfast and lunch, always drawing in his book. I wonder whatever happened to him, the dude mostly kept to himself but he was ok never gave anyone any cause for triouble. I heard they say he was a good artist and can draw just about anyone and anything except that he just could not draw a horse! Can you imagine that, an artist who could not draw a horse!!?

Well one day he just up and left with no a word to anyone where he was going not even to the Hotel manager and he having lived there for over a year like he was one of them. You know they were from the East, the owners of the Hotel? They were Indians from India, the Patel family or something like that their family name. I asked one of the girls once about the dude after I stopped seeing him at the Clarion, and she told me he was gone. Took his back pack and some books and left and all that was left behind in his room was a bunch of papers under his bed, all scribbled with horses or what looked like horses. The owner of the Hotel had kept these drawings just out of curiousity and just in case the dude had returned for them but he never did.

One day one of the girls who was in college then had taken the drawings and showed them to a friend while they were havinh lunch at the Clarion and the friend who happened to be an art instructor at the University of San Francisco Fine Arts department was impressed by the collection of drawings he saw. he asked to borrow them to be shown to his colleagues at the University. They were awed by he amount of work and the style, the passion by which the works were rendered and the story behind their creation. In time they had the works framed and hung as a solo exhibition at the University's gallery. The show became the talk of the town among artists and art collectors.

No one knew what artist's name was except that some say it was Sam, or Sam the Man or Goddamn Sam and that he was an Asian who had resided for over a year or so at the eastman Hotel on Sixteenth and Mission in Downtown San Francisco.