"Hey, do you guys wanna meet Takeshi Murata? He's in there, we're talking about everything, it's totally relaxed. Come on in."

Oh, my life. Excerpt from an e-mail to a friend that sums my night up nicely:
"tonight was spent at an art opening/show - i fell asleep during the last video, doing that jerky-head-thing (anthony said: "i thought you were pickin' your nose or SUMTHIN.") then spent the last sound performance outside, smoking cigs. "couldn't i just put my ear to your stomach and experience the same thing?" i said to my friend jack. the answer is yes. i had the opportunity to schmooze with a very famous artist but didn't care. and i was tired of introductions and had nothing good to input into the convo so i passed. instead i stole the sample beer (the one on display so you know what kinds are available) and joked with paul about dumb shit (putting my finger in his asshole - i guess you had to be there).

i hope you didn't have to hear too much about the freshman, but that's what friendship is. sometimes you have to listen to your friends talk to themselves out loud. i do that a lot, and i am so much more grateful for my friends for putting up with it.

i'll be there in decembre and look forward to our time together. DID YOU SEE MY DAD'S TATTOO?????????????!!!!!!??????!!!!!!!"

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speaking of:

hooooly shit. ladies and gentlemen, my father and his new sleeve.

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I know!
You might roll your eyes at this!
But I'm so!
Happy you exist!