Bloorp.

I shouldn’t freely admit that I get handjobs from strippers, but whatever. It was behind a fake plastic tree in Tokyo.

— You know who I love? My friend MM, who has once again proven to be the most matter-of-fact, bluntly honest man I know. Whether or not he’s drinking, I can always count on him to tell me exactly like it it is, no filter necessary—he probably wouldn’t know what to do with one, anyway.