Open Date On the Calendar

The director of the arts center told me he was trying real hard to sign Bukowski for a reading but Buk had the audacity to die leaving an open date on the calendar and shoes entirely too big to fill were left in the ledger so it remained an open date and a few diehards drunkenly nosedived into Black Sparrow titles spilling cheap wine and rot gut whiskey into broken vessels of humanity indeed too sad a spectacle for me to watch and yet eyes remained riveted and some cheap beer and rot gut blackberry brandy found its way down my own throat much to my chagrin and overwhelming reluctance to ever admit to such folly