Drawing pretty girls at the Pizza Hut was a way for me to treat my friends to some beer or Coca Cola. A nice napkin and a ballpoint pen was all I needed. Well, that, and a pretty girl with her boyfriend. The girl would notice me and want to see what I was up to, then the boyfriend would offer to buy us a pitcher of Coke for the drawing, or a beer for my older friends. I, being underage, couldn't really buy the beer, so we had to work something out with the manager. I became an attraction after a while.
Not every drawing got us a Coke or a beer. Those that didn't were stapled to the ceiling over the counter. An older gentleman took to collecting the unsold ones. He paid for our pizzas, not just our pitcher of Coke. Drawing pretty girls at the Pizza Hut was good practice for me. In New York I paid for a number of dinners that way when I was having trouble making enough to buy food. At an outdoor restaurant on the East Side I would order what I could afford and hope someone would pay for a drawing. Again, the management and I came to an understanding. These days I do these drawings for myself and my own personal collection.
