Close, casting and cat calls.

Billy, Leanne and I made our film debut in Santiago yesterday. Sitting at Litros, making a menagerie of grotesqueries out of olives and toothpicks, we were background extras in a short about date rape. The actress looked barefoot and pregnant (how I like my women.)

Leanne and I went to buy booze, met some random musicians in the plaza, danced a little to some Jethro Tull-inspired tunes (think pan-pipes in earnest) and got hassled by the cops (who are terrifying) for drinking rum and coke outside. We managed to escape, somehow (thinking it was Leanne´s boobs,) and had a carrete at my loft.

Went out to Bunker later that night. The club has a turnstyle. Had some intense harassment from Peruvians, met a Brazillian drag queen dressed like a scorpion, met some CANADIANS, and drank enough pisco to knock out Roseanne Barr.

Come! to! Chile!