its the return of the fucking champ! fierce man, fierce! saw some old skool cast o' hooligans: amy v. tangi charlie. charlie! nima and tamar at the silver lion. who would have thunk it. alcohol reminds me of the physicality of my body. for how can you know you ever had it unless you sweat a little to destroy it? thought alot about pais and a little about merleau-ponty and his haptic philosophy, how they both would have approved. well maybe only paisley. this in between bouts of strangling on pavement punching in stomach sliding off car hoods mixing andre soujou and coconut rum eating damn good grill-seared lambchops being sniffled and snotted on by the emocore videowunderkind riding in freight elevators breaking and stealing art filming weird shit smoking alot and best of all remembering the secret: you gonna get your toke on? gotta practice that one eileen. oh and boo to you nick palatucci!