Greetings from the Tropic Of Grunge. Good fucking god, this place is strange. I haven't seen this many failed businesses since I was in Mexico. And then you throw a bunch of Japanese and Russian tourists into the mix, with 90 degree days and depressed Chinese hookers? It's a riot, folks. A depressed, hot, sad, riot. Can I have another vodka and grapefruit juice? Vicodan chaser, please.
Anyone who tells you that wrecking a scooter in the rain with a belly full of booze and pain pills isn't eye opening just doesn't know the universe they are living in.
There is ZERO King Diamond here. ZERO.