Friday, March 4, 2016
Willy at the Back Door Cafe
In the crowd today in Woolloomooloo waiting for some fruit and veg from Oz Harvest. An old Asian guy was holding court with some friends. One of them saw me drawing him and brought him over.
"My name is Willy - W-I-L-L-Y. You can write that with a full stop. I'm 85 years old. I'm going to die." He says this with a flourish.
Not too soon I hope. He's still got some life in him. I tell him to enjoy his time. I'll give him a copy next week