VIP parking: Very Indulgent Psychotic

This space is reserved for the sick and the twisted. There is no room for normalcy.

...If you're still following, then obviously you have some interest in the culture of the weird and the stupendous. It is becoming increasingly difficult for me, however, to continue to voice my outlook as a Child of Night. The wee hours have been drastically reduced from my existence....

By the way, they call them the "wee" hours, because that's when all the fun happens...

But I digest.

There are people in this world who enjoy the excess of booze and drugs and partying, and the dangers with which these hobbies are associated. And there are those who do not. And then, we have people who partake in the excess, without enjoyment, without... meaning. Now I wouldn't be fool enough to sit here and claim there's an especial meaning behind a drunken coke addled night of tail-chasing; but, I would absolutely make the assertion that there is a goal: to have a kick ass, fucked up, good time. Why would someone indulge in such a lifestyle if they didn't find it particularly fun? ...Because they need it. They have to get away from their reality, and they only know one way how. It's a sad story, that's all too common. But not all of us are this way...

Not everyone is a cautionary tale. In show business, the greats are all characterized as drugged up, overweight, drunk, depressed as shit, 9-pack a day habit types. I'm in the business of walking the thin line between actually insane and projectedly well-adjusted, addicted to fun that drugs bring but not addicted to drugs in order bring about fun. My habits are not necessities, but mere indulgences into the limits the human body and mind can endure.

Take a trip with me sometime and find out how far off you can venture. Join me for the space off... come get out-spaced. Listen to your friend Billy Zane... he's a cool dude.

Happy Summer.