You know I had to do it. You know I had to come up with FreakyMoscato.com so I could post whatever flies through my brain like a bug hittin the windshield. Splat! There goes another one.

I love taking late night walks alone. I just plug in my earphones and roam the streets like a true vamp in the night. Nobody’s usually out and if they are, they’re lurkers just like me. Up to no good.

It’s eight minutes past midnight and I’m jotting down this quick post before I roll up another blunt and go for the other half of my walk. Right now my eyes are on the prize, which is good.

Today I bowled a 111 while I was stoned. My 65 year old sex addicted roommate used to be in a league or some shit. He just had to do something to get his mind off of dick. I feel for the guy because I used to get freaky deaky back in the day day, but seriously… Snap out of it. I’m nobody’s free shrink. Anyways, I came up with so many random catchphrases while we bowled, it was quite the show. I said I said I said “Now if I could just buss the rest of them pins down”, shit like “That’s right, swirl that ball!” and “Don’t hit the gutta now!” It was interesting.

Yesterday we tore up the tennis court. He said it was supposed to be a friendly game of tennis but I swerved them motherfucking balls at his head like Serena in the house. I kept yelling out “Killed it!” as he used every bit of strength he had to return my whacky-handed serves. Then I recovered a ball that had bounced into the pool. I dribbled it for a second then slammed it down his direction & the wet-wet came spraying at his ass.

I’m looking for the next book to sink my teeth into. Either that or the next person.