Also to note: Vitezslav Nezval, a well know Czech poet (or so I'm told) also lived in the building. That's him, there on the front, all busted. It wasn't until later the collective changed the heating system so all could enjoy winter in their skivvies.
It’s the fruggin wedding. It’s over. Me N M won. That’s right, we won. Winners. That’s us, winners. Do you wanna to try? Big wedding, really big wedding… The first church wedding in Marianna’s life, even in Jefferson City. People everywhere… this time the mom’s part of family… Sauce flows freely… A pitcher of Budweiser in the hotel room at ten o’clock… half of the keg left downstairs… what a pity… but the full stomach, and the head… what shall they do with the leftovers? Be just and fear not… I’m afraid the beer will turn to piss soon, right after getting warm, to the room temperature at all… Jdeme na to a pak spat…