sorry I'm such a wanker. It's 8.30 am here in St. Petersburg and I have more than half a dozen emails to respond to that begin with "what the hell are you doing lafloozie?" - I have a lot of time, for some reason I never get to answering all of them. I think its something about writing about being in a place while you are still there - somtimes you have to wait a couple months to digest something before you can actually understand it. In any case, I don't know how it happened but I'm a DJ - thanks to the fact that foreigners here have some kind of elevated status as authorities on music that is not russian (which is what they want to hear in these particular bar/clubs) and so I kind of feel like a wanker but you have to take it as it is, so my lungs burn this morning with first and second hand smoke. my man just pulled out of the lot for finland, from there he will fly to germany to play concerts to nice european people. he is a drummer. he has a mohalk. he is much older. i dont think this is forever, but it is a perfect interlude. i want to be a professional photographer and US WEEKLY in Moscow has purchased some of my pictures (which went into print yesterday) so I feel like I am somewhat on that road. you want to be a writer - I get stressed out just being a DJ - but its free booze and cigarettes and I mean they pay you to play your danciest music, not enough, but enough for it to be worth it. i cannot afford to pay for my beers because i get my paycheck in rubles. and it is miniscule. how do you become a writer? you get up everymorning and write. isn't that what the da vinci code guy said? how do you become a photographer? you get up every morning and shoot. well yeah - i'd say i've been really slacking on the morning front, i need to begin a project on street kids and homeless people and orphans. to get dirty. to leave the music scene and get out onto the social, political scene. you get me? mama didn't pay for no secondary school for nothin.
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