For my jollygood Italian friends:
"This is Day One. Of a friendship that will last a lifetime ..."

About last night - what a happening, a wingding, a must-do-again-soon ballyhoo, what fun! We walked right in that art gallery, presently and pleasantly uninvited, upped the ante and drank (lava) rivers of red wine! Piece on the south wall, the girl with bedroom eyes - they wanted 7000 euros, you said seven bucks. Shucks ... heh heh! We create our own value system. Watch Basquiat wince. And the beatbox voices taking over the DJ to make 'em dance (even the well-to-do) and impromptu trumpet solos from our mouths, youthful/truthful golden instruments. They dug us! I saw her twice, I swear, say to her compadre under her breath, "Who are the 2 guys in the hats?" Yeah, they NOTICED. Hats off! We were dancing naked in the corner, (of their minds) blessed with the gift of creativity. Synchronicity. Punks and bankers mingling eclectic-ally ...

And now I remember the name of the writer on the wall, the one we couldn't put a name on, the colourful portrait with butter-Scotch eyes: Charles Bukowski! The perfect greeter at the door to the house of friendship. More to come! Peace, -Todd