Retreating from his previous gig ("Piano Man" in a hotel lounge combo along some dudes he met in the jacket department at Goodwill), Mr. Lopez can be found enacting the twilight fantasia, howling into microphones, chasing after women (like the one who stole his briefcase) and drinking the cream ale of America, in America's "dive" bars with America's dispossessed. He appreciates your tips and wishes you a safe drive home.