International Man of Leisure (pronounced Lehzure) or IMOL has a dream. It involves travel, of course, otherwise the International wouldn't be part of the name. So... where to? I'm not paying for anything, and I think it only fair that since I'm not, you the Reader should decide where.
There are some terrific rates for San Francisco direct to Iceland right now... and you might know that I have personal interests to visit Rio, Pamplona and Monte Carlo over the course of this coming year, but really how should we figure this out? - where does IMOL actually go? Money talks and I sure don't walk - first class airfare, all the way...
[VeGa took this photo. The cone of light above my head is evidence of the mystical-paranormal, for sure. The pants are mocko-croco...]
POSSIBILITIES FOR FUTURE TRAVEL (please feel free to comment and add to the list) - besides the above-mentioned, the list includes New York City, New Orleans, Vancouver, Ixtapa, Buenos Aires, Cuzco, Bariloche, Barcelona, Amsterdam, Paris, Prague, Florence, Greek Isles, Moscow/St. Petersburg, Beijing, Tokyo, Sydney, Jerusalem, all along the coast of South Africa...
Anyone want to donate their yacht for a year? - it would be really, extremely helpful.
What is truth? Do we as a community create our reality? I watched John Carpenter's In the Mouth of Madness not so long ago, and it got me thinking (dangerous, I know). Are the religious wars we've had throughout history the result of efforts to control what the reality of our after-lives will be... if anything. [Can't forget about the scientific or atheist-types, now can we?] So... I've decided to include the occasional survey and allow the community to determine the truth - the readers of this blog will determine IMOL's reality, after all.
SURVEY: THE RATTLESNAKE BOOTS IMOL LIKES TO WEAR - WHERE DID THEY COME FROM?
a) a Gun & Boot store in suburban Texas
b) a thrifty boutique on Upper Haight Street
c) abandoned on a Costa Rican beach by a missing surfer
d) my Uncle E actually made them from a cottonmouth he himself killed
e) they're not even real rattlesnake boots in the first place
posted by X at 10:24 AM
5 Comments:
IMOL - I will gladly donate 1 liver to your cause, which I expect you will shortly need should you continue on this path of Raucus self exploration.
Personally, I think all of your adventures should revolve solely aound VeGa- oh boy. How do I get an invite????????
Looking hot in the croc pants, baby.
I definitely vote for New Orleans, in fact I'll meet you there. And I think you should add Berlin to your list; it's a cool-ass city. You need to go clubbing in the east side.
As for the boots - since when the fuck did you start wearing boots? I vote (b).
OK I found out about you thru Sady so I will be following and commenting on your exploits.
thank you all for your comments and support...
statpow - rua: the donation of a liver is by far the most generous offer to date
sadie - can't thank you enough for the inspiration you provide... consider Berlin added to the list
kinky - love the name... send a photo next time and maybe I'll pass my number to you
handy man - "you ain't seen nothing yet..."
and scoga - you crack me up... NOLA is a definite - recovering the "jacket" is IMOL's primary quest... and just everyone knows - the Inertial is a golf club, a quality putter specifically... nothing dirty sorry to say
Did you know that Berlin has been voted the most fetish-friendly city in the world? Grrrrooowwwwwll.
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