I now have collected around me people who have slept with a stripper, danced with a drunken Bjork, and who have killed a man.
Different folk for each, but yeah.
Good.
And an opera girl, and a girl that nearly lost her brother as he flew away on a hang-glider she made when she was... 8 (?) about.

I occasionally discuss things, in an intellectual yet intelligent manner, with people who have created finished products of such magnitude and talent that the only way you can feel is a bit in awe and a bit incomplete. Not a failure, but a lack of the success your potential should've allowed. They've all been women so far. And beautiful, too. It's almost worse when you really find what you want and know that by its definition it's out of your price-range. But then... maybe I just have a different management style. I do rock, after all. In my own, inimitable way. Still, such motivation! It's really very hot. Damn.

There are beautiful slender girls, beautiful curvy girls, beautiful indescribable girls. Tall dudes, short dudes, dude dudes.
These are around me.

They're all busy, of course, but it's good to know where your stories lie.