Disco Bloodbath (Party Monster)

Speaking from experience, there are people who have too much space between their ears, and given the time, do nothing but free fall forever inside their heads. It’s a spooky thing to be left alone inside an angry innerverse. Drugs redirect the fall. They cushion it. Give you a parachute. Or maybe just a flashlight and scuba gear.

I was frozen in an adorable Macaulay Culkinesque pose, with my mouth wide open, throughout.

People die all around us all the time. Drop like flies. Overdose. Aids. Sometimes they kill themselves. People come. They go. Dying is the same as rehab or moving back to Missouri. It just means I won't be seeing them again.