Mister Benj goes to town

( Five hours sleep. Again. )

( Book acquisition )

( Unexpected coffee )

( After coffee (the verb, not the noun) )

( To Nichi and Charlie's place I go! )

So now I'm home, pleasantly filled with talk, wine (aged by hours, I assure; no drunk driving for me, that shit is whack, yo) and tasty, tart-based foods.

It's been a good couple of days for dining with interesting people of whom I see not enough.

"I'm a' paint my picture
Paint myself in blue and red and black and gray
All of the beautiful colours are very, very meaningful
Grey is my favorite colour
I felt so symbolic yesterday
If I knew Picasso
I would buy myself a grey guitar and play"
-Mr Jones, The Counting Crows