Had my VICE debut yesterday. I wrote about a conversation with a tiny pimpstress, brief research on foot fetishism and how my North Florida childhood prevented me from making a lot of money this past Friday.
Read it here. IF YOU WANT. Skip the comments if you ever want to sleep again.
He pulls out his laptop. His wallpaper is a picture of himself riding a bike. He starts listening to his own music, and says—I swear to fucking God I am not making this up—’I wonder if I could invent my own language.’ There are six of us in the car besides Flocka. No one responds.