Walk into Bukowski's and it smells like vomit and anal lube...mostly around where Pitt passed out last night.
You know, Wee Willie is no longer the young, single, insouciant barfly he once was five or ten years ago. Now he is a middle-aged, Barcalounging hubby and papa-to-be. So more often than not, he may just get passed out in the chair now.
However, Mr. Pitt does fashion himself a Man of the People, a Friend of the Working Class. So in order to maintain that self-image, he may still spend some quality time down at Bukowski's.
BTW, has William quit the part-time bouncer gig, anyone know? He's getting a little long in the tooth for such things, don't you think?