instead of staying at the bar or drinking more with friends josh and i went home to our own bourbon and cokes and he read me poetry. we spend a lot of nights like that. im adding it to my list of favorite things to do ever.
this was just part of one of my favorite bukowski poems of the night:

"my piano says things back to me.

sometimes the things are scrambled and not very good.
other times
i get as good and lucky as
Chopin.

sometimes i get out of practice
out of tune. thats
all right.

i can sit down and vomit on the
keys
but its my vomit

its better than sitting in a room
with 3 or 4 people and
their pianos.

this is my piano
and it is better than theirs.

and they like it and they do not
like it." chopin bukowski.