We were sitting in The Pink Elephant, a funky little neighborhood bar on Main Street in Ocean Park. It's gone now, a victim of Main Street gentrification. It was the summer of 1978. I'd bought a new drawing pen that day and Jimmie wanted to try it out. I gave him my notebook and he made this quick sketch.
"Sign it for me, would you?" I said. He chuckled, signed it, and we ordered two tequilas. Orange juice and tequila, actually, but the cheap drinks at The Pink were pretty stiff, so there wasn't much juice. Cheers Jimmie, love ya always.