Speebo just started his slide toward art; that is, finding himself in the twilight of a mediocre career as an aluminum siding salesman, he was contemplating his future over a Tiger beer while seated in the Kapitan Bar on the first floor of the Holiday Inn (City Centre) in Kuala Lumpur, when he realized he had peaked far too early and had little toward which to look forward. The list of things he would not do for money had gotten so short that he had thrown it away; stuffing it beneath his seat on a bus from Malacca a couple of days ago. His feeling of artistic emergence came with his realization that his eye for color had improved with gin and Tiger, and in the right medium...Big Chief tablets and colored pencils, he was a force with which only stout hearts could readily deal. A show must be in the cards, although in a country 70 percent Muslim, and 90 percent hot, his enthusiasm and energy were tested by a variety of cultural and climatic hurdles, and appreciation for his art might be difficult to stimulate. As he drank steadily and became someone, he realized that his Pith helmet would do as a beret, so he felt better and ordered another Tiger.