I like awkward moments. The more awkward the better. Late night horror movies. Smashing Pumpkins. Re-runs of Seinfeld. Worn-in T-shirts. Downtown street dogs. The dirtier the better. The same goes for my crackwhores. I kid. Fighting solves everything. Just scrap. You can count on me to be late. You can also count on me to say the wrong thing but more importantly the truth. I'm a sucker for love. But so are you. Waking up to a hangover, on a strange bed in a strange city between the crack of dawn and the drapes at my back; everything pauses for a moment ... the only light that guides me down this arcane path is the flicker of this smoke. Then before too soon, it all spirals back into a whirlwind of frenzy.