Something that is very touching to me is when I stay with someone and they gladly accommodate the fact that I generally sleep till noon . . . that they are unbothered or even endeared by my eccentric bum lifestyle. For instance, if I’m posted up with McCune and his family, his wife always has coffee ready for me when I finally emerge from the den (which they call “Uncle Star’s Room”) even though I wake up 4-5 hours after everyone else. That’s so sweet . . .

Thank you everyone lol~

those alien days

I know the Queen of Breakfast Beverages . . .

. . . who also supplied me with a photo book of violent deaths in mexico city to leaf through as i ate my granola bowl and toast with vegan cream cheese lol

he has been an enormous brat all day lol

. . . the answer is always “yes”!

deckard’s kitchen

i was once famous for this . . .

basically: in order to avoid paying for a hotel, and usually arriving in a city very late at night, i would park near a cemetery and make a cozy bed in the back of a rental car and sleep inside my military sleeping bag. i’ve done this everywhere . . . los angeles, portland, burlington, and so on. this always horrified my parents and girlfriends. i have since retired from the Cemetery Car Hotel habit, but you know, every now and then, i can’t help myself . . .

touchdown on planet gego

i am going to tuscany with bex and the olivetti girl and some guy named jamal