[Fantasizing about his Perfect Moment]
Spalding Gray:
Look! I had a vision of myself right now, as a kind of wandering bachelor mendicant poet, wandering all the way down the beaches of Malaysia, eating magic mushrooms all the way as I went until I reached Bali and evaporated in a state of ecstasy in the sunset.
[sheepishly]
Spalding Gray:
But I wasn't telling Renee that.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:38