I WEAR MY SUNGLASSES INSIDE
If you’ve been with me for a while, you know Toby. But for those of you who are new, this is your official introduction.
Tobs is one of my best friends and confidants. We’re both avid travelers, so whenever we’re visiting each other’s city (his being London…or at least it used to be, mine was LA and now, well, you get get it), we “live” together. I say “live” because our trips can last for weeks or months at a time. Now, before you get crazy, we’re not “fuck renters” (figure it out for yourself), we are tried and true friends that have never even kissed.
I’m trying to get him to blog his worldly experiences. Trust me when I tell you, even Hollywood’s best couldn’t think up his stories. Probably because he’s Aussie, but mostly he’s just got game.
I introduced him to LA and now I can’t get him to NYC. It seems he had “work” so he could grace me with his presence for three days, and now he’s back to London town. I miss him already, especially because he’s the only other person I know in NYC who realizes sunnies inside is ok.