Hey body...

I should probably say something about the monks and why I'm hanging out with them. First of all, they're not really monks. I just call them that. They're more like a gang. Maybe an anti-gang.

Timo is kind of the leader. At least he's the oldest and the one who makes the schedule and leads the meetings. He says he's 33, but you can never tell with bodies. The other three are Gemma, Rick and Donovan. Gemma was sort of a friend of a friend. Like Jeffre, who gave me the space for this blog. Him I knew through ad guys in SF. Gemma was a friend of a dj I knew in LA, Trix. A lot of name dj's are bodies. They're all crazy for that epileptic jackhammer crap. Frankly, it gives me the migraine. She was hipper than hip though. She turned me on to a lot of stuff I eventually got paid for.

Before all this, I was a cultural researcher. A "coolhunter". Which is funny, I think. Basically I just reported on stuff that was happening in body shops to companies and ad agencies and they paid me for it. A lot of the stuff that ends up packaged for miss pinky in dazed is just body work. Those pseudo Celtic black spine tattoos. That was just covering up scars, but it caught on. I remember the first time I saw a nobody with one of those walking on the pier. I laughed and laughed.

I wonder where Trixie is now. Gemma hasn't heard from her in months. That's a long time for a body like Trixie. She wouldn't take anything. She's probably gone. dead and gone and gone.

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