As I write this I am also scanning film and watching a documentary about Nick Drake called "A Skin Too Few" online. It's in parts with the first part starting here.
Last night a friend enabled me to purchase a new addition to my belt buckle collection: a scorpion sitting on a silver platter. It glows in the dark. Beyond ridiculous but one requires such a thing in order to properly cultivate the right persona. At least that's what I tell myself in order to explain walking around with a dead glow-in-the-dark scorpion hovering above my crotch.