on a whim

i was supposed to meet up with a friend of mine that i've known since high school, but we couldn't get in touch. when i got off work around 9 or so, i visited a buddy from EAP at Chili's in thousand oaks. i had some beers and rapped with his parents about politics. We were all generally in agreement: bush is a disingenuous piece of poopy poo. A german auto mechanic and his drunk wife were also there. He told us that mercedes are pretty much bad news these days, same with bmw. Too many electronics and not enough quality control, said he. he recommended lexus. the japanese understand electronics better and keep things more streamlined. i took off around 11, planning to go home, but on a whim i dropped by Sonny's, to see if a friend was there. She was. we caught up a bit and then i took off for home again. on a whim I decided to drop into the gas lite and sing a number. the bar was packed. i got a bushmills on ice and thought of gonzo. i cued up a song and waited. my first time in a bar in months, and i was alone, and waiting. finally it was my turn, so i sang my stones song like a [hu]man, and then left. i only hope i can exit this mortal coil with such grace.