Then It Fell Apart

I’d never read anything about Jesus and I’d never heard anyone talk about Jesus. I was just a Christian because I was white and lived in Connecticut.

I can’t believe I had sex with someone who likes Celine Dion.

As we left, the paparazzi started screaming again: “Natalie!” “Moby!” “Natalie!”

“They’re so annoying,” Natalie said as we got into her limo.

“Oh, I know,” I said, lying. I loved the paparazzi – they knew my name.

How could a musician play a concert in London and then go to a party being thrown for him by his record label and not find someone to kiss at least?