Mirror for LoLa

I went to Corvallis for a wonderful visit with dear, dear Lola. I can now say I've gotten drunk with someone who used to drink with Bukowski: I have arrived. I am sharing this, because it is beautiful, even if it is on a cheap ass mirror, and it commemorates a lovely meeting of minds; I am almost tempted to move there, but space and timing are issues!
The slight nod to Haring is intentional.