either sacco or vanzetti, not sure which

last night ended up with another group of people at sofia's, it was two for one night, people were hanging on to their cigarettes for their dear lives, guzzling augustiner and berliner, this haha hilarity among those walls with relief paintings of vesuvius and sofia loren and the same vaguely familiar toothless faces crouched on the bar.. as the evening progressed some grizzled germans came in and played some bad honky tonk guitar, the guys selling motz magazine circulated, in the ladies bathroom there was a rubbing on the wall of either sacco or vanzetti, i can't say i know which is which, on the speakers below the din billy childish, the sonics, i noticed in the corner a band of spaniards and argentines living the berlin kreuzberg night, dreadlocked with funny stockings and cackling, and at a certain point i realized i had drunk enough so that i wasn't going to remember anything that the people in my party were saying. i wondered briefly then why i kept accepting more beers, or why we do it this way, why choking on smoke is the thing to do. there's just a little bit necessary to loosen all our lips but then we tangle them all up....