sometimes you go out.
and sometimes you have a good night.
and sometimes you have a strange night.
and sometimes you have experiences that defy description.
suffice it to say that this night, this monday, i had experiences that defy description.
i was almost killed.
in a fairly mundane and benign way (oxymoronic? nope.)
and i spent more time underwater than most people should ever even attempt.
and so on. i won’t elaborate. cos i already get in enough trouble.
this is why i love nyc.
unbelievably extreme experiences and it’s warm enough to wear a t-shirt.
i read one review of ‘extreme ways’ where they mocked my innocence. oh boy. they have no idea.
life in nyc can be like ‘shattered’ times ten.
ok, ‘shattered’ times 1,000. this is such a unique place.
‘extreme ways’ is understated allegory.
my clothes are wet. my body is kind of bruised. the human condition can be complicated in ways that most of us can only imagine.
yup.
take care of each other,
moby‰ã›ã?

sometimes i don’t like my country:

it was pointed out to me that its illegal to sell vibrators in arkansas, georgia, ohio, alabama, and texas. but it’s legal to sell handguns in all 50 states.
-moby