day 325 (skipped a day):395. heart of saturday night, tom waits. before he started bellowing. bleary, sweet tunes inflected by beat poetry &amp; jazz. midnight crooning by a guy who could prob use a shower. 🔥: “san diego serenade,” “shiver me timbers,” t/t, “drunk on the moon” https://t.co/rnqv7llrnz