blah blah blah, hot, blah blah blah, as a motherfucker, blah blah etc
the air coming off of my fan feels like it’s coming off of a radiator.
105 degrees in the apartment today (i love my skylights…sometimes more than less…).
so i just walk around naked and perspire.
women glow.
men perspire.
horses sweat.
frogs slime.
dogs pant.
aliens eat monkeys.
to stay cool.
but, to quote john sebastian, at night it’s a different world, go out and find a girl, come on come on and dance all night, you know babe it’ll be all right, in the summer, in the city, honk honk, various traffic noise, etc.
that’s a song by the lovin spoonful, by the way.
last night i sat on the roof with some friends and drank a bottle of cold red wine (i know, it might sound like a travesty to drink red wine chilled, but it’s actually really nice, an aussie friend of mine told me about it) and the heat seemed lovely.
nice breeze, nice friends, nice cold red wine, that was lovely.
but now it’s fucking hot.
and the baseball game is on instead of the simpsons. oh the slings and arrows of cruel fate.
i’m being facetious.
i like the heat.
it has personality.
-moby