According to a post at his blog, Moby woke up Monday and found a dude named Robbie tripping on acid in the living room of his Griffith Park, Los Angeles home. The onetime rave king’s account is worth quoting:
i wake up at 7 a.m. i walk in to my living room. i freeze. there’s someone standing next to my couch.
me: ‘uh, who are you??’
me: ‘what are you doing here?’
him: ‘i’m here’
me: ‘i think you should probably leave’
him: ‘ok’. then he sat down.
me: ‘i think you should leave’
him: ‘ok’. continues sitting.
me: ‘is everything ok?’
him: ‘i might still be on acid’
so i gave him a sweatshirt (it’s chilly up in the hills) and some money for breakfast and sent him on his way. apparently he had taken a lot of acid the night before, had seen my house from the street, and decided to pay an acid inspired visit.
i guess he and i are both lucky. he’s lucky that i didn’t have guns and that i didn’t call the police and that i gave him some breakfast money. i’m lucky that he wasn’t a violent crazy person and that he didn’t stab me in my sleep. i’ve also decided that locking my doors might be a good thing. i know, who doesn’t lock their doors? well, i don’t. or didn’t . i mean, my neighbors these days are coyotes and frogs, and i just kind of assumed that a closed door was a good enough deterrent for a coyote or a frog. but i guess i’ll err on the side of security and actually lock my doors at night from now on.
i hope robbie’s ok, he seemed a bit lost. although i guess doing a ton of acid and wandering around griffith park in the middle of the night might be disorienting. i’m glad he didn’t get eaten by coyotes or mountain lions.
[Photo via Moby.com]