I saw George Clooney at Emma's bar yesterday wearing a tunic made out of people. He ordered a strawberry daiquiri. I was really upset, but I try not to think about myself in those situations. This was George Clooney, at Emma's bar. And he was wearing a tunic. A tunic that was

made
out
of
people.

I decided to pass out instead, but that's just the way she goes. Sometimes she goes, sometimes she doesn't. She didn't go. I spilled my whiskey, but my dancefloor is wherever I spill my whiskey, so that's the way she goes.

I was unconscious, but that's the way she goes. Fuckin' way she goes.