Oh, I die. Before I die I eat at a table on the piazza outside la Scala and I spill my Beverly and Campari; use the insalata tines for to stir the aperitif; moltissimo maleducato. I bloat with stress induced intestinal pressure of a level seen only upon the oceans’ plains. I expel a cloud—a […]

I just got back from Singapore yesterday after eight years of smoking Afghani hashish–cut with the menses of 72 virgins–in the back room of a Malay chemist’s shop on Ang Mo Kio to find things changed!
First there is this whole Enternet thing and then Y2K came in like a lamb and blew out like […]