A friend of mine had been a teetotaler for a hundred years, until he became a politician and had to go to a reception or a spaghetti dinner every night. Went off the wagon. Needed a drink or two, he said, “To make other people interesting.”
The other night I met a really interesting and admirable guy for a beer. Barely drank a sip. Didn’t feel the need to put a buzz on. Interesting new people put a buzz on. I flew home on my motorcycle.
My young daughter falls similarly in love with every other person she meets. Always has. Hope that always happens for her. Not sure it will.
Anyway, I liked this paragraph from Charles Bukowski’s journals enough that I decided to retype it on the old Coronet (which needs a new ribbon, bad; had to hammer most of these strokes two or three times; which was still better than going to a gathering of people).
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