in brussels now.
and this has to be brief, cos i have interviews starting in a few minutes.
so, hi.
brussels always charms me. i know, i sound so bourgeoisie. allow me to rephrase that in a more colloquial way, ‘brussels fuckin kicks ass, i mean, it rocks, and it’s like, cool, ya know?’
add that to my list of things that self respecting rockstars don’t do: refer to posh european cities as charming.
but brussels is charming. it’s pretty and it’s big enough to be interesting but small enough to be charming and manageable. and it has nice buildings.
and it’s centrally located. brought to you by the brussels tourist board. a great place to hold your next convention. and would you like to buy some amway?
ok, time to kick the hookers out of my hotel suite before they smoke all of my crack. mental note to self: don’t leave the hookers alone in the hotel suite with a new bag of rock.
see, im trying to engender some street cred.
the truth is that i just had a lovely lunch of seaweed and brown rice and pickled ginger while reading a book.
no hookers. no crack. i’m just talking tough. someday, though, you’ll see, the crack and hookers will be real. that way if the people at e-true hollywood stories decide to do a profile on me there’ll be something for them to be interested in.
uh-oh, no more time for insouciant pithiness, as it’s time to go and get back on the narcissism express.
woo-hoo.
-moby