Red Mosquito

daft twat wrote:I can’t fault the guy in Vegas for living the way he is. How would you do it?

I think for me there would be two keys:
1) The pretenders need to stay in character around me at all times. I don’t ever want to see behind the curtain. Those images of everyone cleaning up after the gambling scene were unsettling.
2) The world needs to bustle around me. I’m not waiting in lines or at stoplights anymore, but the world feels alive.

Assuming they aren’t among the dead…
I’m attending sold out concerts frequently. I don’t write the setlists, but neither does Eddie.
I’m regularly playing pickleball with the body of my best friend and ping pong with my lunch friends.
I’m traveling the world by day with the bodies of my family and friends. The Cena cameo made me realize that the voice is enough for me to suspend disbelief.
By night, I’m alone or with the bodies of an actress or a woman I knew or a woman I saw that day. Not my wife. I’ll never pretend at love. Pure hedonism.
The travel and adventures will be disrupted by periods of gaming and binge-watching tv.
I’ll still work out regularly. I think that’s my weirdest realization.

If/when it gets boring, I’ll ask for heroin.

Jorge wrote:Would these be archival TV shows, or new material created by the hive?

Mecca wrote:I enjoyed that a lot of the contemporary music from the latest episode was Carol singing to herself