hanging at the bed bar with my new hong kong homeboy andrew wong (he is a vicious designer of all things garment).

i'm a fleabit peanut monkey

all my friends are junkies

that's not really true

i'm a cold italian pizza

i could use a lemon squeezer

what would you do?

but i've been bit and i've been tossed around 

by every she-rat in this town

have you babe?

well, i am just a monkey man

i'm glad you are a monkey woman too

(for the record, it was a monkey woman and the presence of the mask was inexplicable, maybe it's the year of the monkey? and no, andrew is the furthest thing from a junky)