I wake up. Another day. Another strange bed. Minimal sleep. The usual. I knew I’d have to go do some interviews and maybe get some food down my gullet but as for now I just wanted to meander around the strip – watching the hungover white girls who didn’t get laid wander home. Watching the weird drunk bros look around with confused faces. It’s the sort of thing that a guy like me can’t help but to love. It capitalizes upon the surreal magic of ...