“Ugh, I hate 3mmc, it makes you smell like cat piss!” B told me a couple of days after I got back. I should’ve stayed in my piss soaked mini skirt, what did it even matter? I was even told at Bowie about Berghain's piss hole that we completely missed. “There’s a hole in the ground that goes straight into someone's mouth.” The Piss Goblin? Fuck. I would’ve been terrible at it, considering my aim.
