E 'finally reached the warmth of God and the whole situation took another turn.
last Thursday was the anniversary of the death of Charles Bukowski and the Bowery Poetry Club (right in front of CBGB's) organized a poetry reading to celebrate it. It has a Vecchiazzano drunk, packaged in a red velvet dress, which ends the introduction with a "Now It Seems appropriate to show you my back", and turns showing her ass. `Not so great. Actors improvised rotten drunk, stuttering, people of all kinds can interpret as the Hank's poems. All in all, pretty.
At 11 and a half is all over and I walk south to the Bulgarian Bar, famous for his delusions of Thursday evening. After waiting 45 minutes for Linda and friends, three young American Jews pity invite me to join with them and accept willingly, after having secured (with stamped paper) of their heterosexuality '. And inside, of course, I find Linda, Juerie and all others who are waiting for me (even a little 'upset) for hours.
The local is a delirium of Eastern European people jumping in unison with the Balkan music and tequila flowing rivers ... at least in my mouth. A puttanaio, seasoned with a strong smell of armpits ... Bello. Between a ball and the other, coming home at half past four. At seven twenty miracle to open my eyes and I take this moment to go to the office. I do not say what state. He even New York.
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