Keepin' It Old School

I've taken to writing in a way that I never have before.
By hand.
It's changed my process, but I'm happy with where this new, or perhaps old, technique is leading me.
The lack of my own personal computer has left me with this situation. Remember, friends, technology hasn't been good to me this semester.
I can write whenever I feel the urge--some of my work for this assignment can be found on a napkin, for example--and, thinking now, I'm amazed that this idea has never occured to me before. 
I'm working on typing it all, to form somewhat of a draft.
But until then, this is what you get:

****The Preparation****
“Hey Josh, can I have another?”
“You bet, darlin’.”
My old friend pulls another glass from under the bar, reaches behind him for my favorite whiskey, and grabs the sweet&sour. I watch as he pours the perfect proportion of each—topping it off with three cherries. We’ve known each other for seemingly decades, our old souls finding each other just a few short years ago. He places the drink on my cardboard coaster, flashing the kind of heart wrenching grin that makes most girls swoon.
“You’re an artist,” I say.
“I know. I’ll be right back—don’t go anywhere.” Josh bustles down to the other end of the bar to pour drinks for a couple of his regulars. In no time, he’s right back in front of me...