Paul Outlaw

If it can’t be in my sleep, dreaming of being in the middle of the most outstanding orgy ever, with all of my most adored from throughout my whole life in attendance, then I would like to die laughing while performing. (Not in the middle of a real orgy, because that would be a drag for the other people). I have this romantic notion of being buried alongside old friends already laid to rest in one of the Berlin cemeteries, but I am also inclined to donate my body (what’s left of it) to a nearby medical school here at home where it might do some good.