who also happened to be trippin on hallucinogenics
and like any good man, moby wrote about it on his blog.
heres an excerpt, the moral of the story, which are always my favorite parts.
i guess he and i are both lucky. he’s lucky that i didn’t have guns and that i didn’t call the police and that i gave him some breakfast money. i’m lucky that he wasn’t a violent crazy person and that he didn’t stab me in my sleep. i’ve also decided that locking my doors might be a good thing. i know, who doesn’t lock their doors? well, i don’t. or didn’t . i mean, my neighbors these days are coyotes and frogs, and i just kind of assumed that a closed door was a good enough deterrent for a coyote or a frog. but i guess i’ll err on the side of security and actually lock my doors at night from now on.
i hope robbie’s ok, he seemed a bit lost. although i guess doing a ton of acid and wandering around griffith park in the middle of the night might be disorienting. i’m glad he didn’t get eaten by coyotes or mountain lions.
how was your weekend? did you have any strangers on acid in your living room when you woke up?
yeah, lock your doors hippies.