And once again I’m taking the bus from Nowhere to Shanghai. There’s a nice girl around here. I’ll be imagining my fucking her. 2.5 hours of trip. Her legs. The smell of her hair. The way she moans. Everything in such a dirty detail that’ll make it almost palpable.
I’m almost transparent.
I write letters to sponsors. I answer the phone calls and write an endless business plan. I create a database. I try to sell. I'm marketing shows.
Look through.