the fact that I'm from Florida, feminist killjoys, The Beach Bum, the fact that I don't really identify with moondog at all, the fact that i'm pretty neurotic and definitely not a stoner or a beach bum, ♫ i don't even smoke weed / it gives me anxiety ♫, privilege, escape, the privilege to escape, the privilege to goof off, boats, wake, those left in the wake, damage, consequences, Wolf of Wallstreet, Pleasure Activism

Reporter: You’ve had an interesting life. How did you pull it off? How did you do it?

Moondog: How did I pull it off? How did I do it? [laughs] I mean, look, I could tell you that I've been trying to uncover the abyss beneath my illusory connection with the world. I could tell you that it's all written in the stars. I could tell you that I'm a reverse paranoiac. I am quite certain that the world is conspiring to make me happy. All three of which are true but it's really simpler than that. I like to have fun, man. Fun is the fucking gun, man. That is why I like boats. I like water. I like sunshine. I like beautiful women. A lot. I get all these things going, man, and they are all turning me on. And my wires are connecting upstairs and I start to hear music in my head. You know, and the world is reverberating back and forth and I hit the frequency and I start to dance to it. My fingers get moving, my head gets soupy, I'm spinning all over the fucking place, and the fucking words come out. It is like it's a fucking gift.

Reporter: What makes you, Moondog, different than all these other people?

Moondog: Seriously? You mean the ones up north on the mainland, the ones racing to the red line, the ones stuck in their ways, a little bit too busy to check in and say, howdy-howdy-doo? That shit's not for me, man. I mean, fuck, man, so many people trip themselves when they're running downhill. Life's hard enough. Why would you fucking want to do that? I mean, it's like, we're here to have a good time. I just want to have a good time until this shit's over, man. This life gig's a fucking rodeo, and I'm gonna suck the nectar out of it. Fuck it raw dog until the wheels come off,

the fact that in the poem “September 1st, 1939” W.H. Auden wrote

Faces along the bar Cling to their average day: The lights must never go out, The music must always play . . . Lest we should see where we are, Lost in a haunted wood, Children afraid of the night Who have never been happy or good.

white men, the objectification of women, the fact that the ending of The Beach Bum, gives me so much physical anxiety that it almost ruins the movie for me, the fact that this is what Kurt Vonnegut said in an interview about telling his wife he's going out to buy an envelope:

Oh, she says well, you're not a poor man. You know, why don't you go online and buy a hundred envelopes and put them in the closet? And so I pretend not to hear her. And go out to get an envelope because I'm going to have a hell of a good time in the process of buying one envelope. I meet a lot of people. And, see some great looking babes. And a fire engine goes by. And I give them the thumbs up. And, and ask a woman what kind of dog that is. And, and I don't know. The moral of the story is, is we're here on Earth to fart around. And, of course, the computers will do us out of that. And, what the computer people don't realize, or they don't care, is we're dancing animals. You know, we love to move around. And, we're not supposed to dance at all anymore,

the fact that I'm not sure when I started to believe, to really internalize, that i'm not really someone unless i “make something” of my life, prestige vs. privilege, status vs. comfort and stability, opportunity and abundance vs. scarcity and inadequacy, the fact that i must be wary of elevating affect to the level of social cause,

Lewis: I’ve had a lot in my life. But I always had this feeling like when I left, no one going to remember me. But knowing you, being a part of what you did, maybe that means something now. I want to thank you,