excerpt from a recent email to José
…Also the bouncer at the gay club remembered me and my name from last time, shouting “BRENDAN!” when I arrived, letting all of my friends in no problem (underground gay clubs are kinda exclusive). I don’t remember talking to him. Apparently those free whiskeys(due to Russians liking my hair) did more than I remember . Apparently I made a good impression. I wonder what it involved. My one friend [of slavic origin] took off his clothes on stage, I’m going to miss him (he’s really the only one who outdoes me in depravity)…
