i dunno.
i got picked up at a bar once by a woman that said she knew who i was and instructed me to wear hunter s thompson glasses for the rest of the night. i wasn't so into the hot tub. not my thing. she was insistent, though, so i put the glasses on and wore them all night. harmless, right? i ended up hanging out in a tree fort drinking wine and talking about music with a different group of people and left in the morning.
so is this gonzo journalism? maybe it was close to it at one point. i've been locked inside a long time, now.
i don't know what this is, really.
it's something a little idiosyncratic, a little unique, a little unusual.