Boogie Nights

Naps Happen ♦ October 27, 2010 ♦ 3 Comments

My overall impression here is that William was like a DJ – playing the keyboard, spinning the gears and also operating that creepy little chiming-flower toy…all while destroying his racetrack in the background.  And then it became too much for him and he wrapped himself up like a burrito (instead of eating a late-night one at a food cart) and conked out.  I especially like the sympathetic expression on the purple flower.

It reminds me of how I started to feel about late night clubbing in New York by roughly 2002.  He’s getting old.  The puppies are old, too.