We're guessing that life at the Moby household is a little weird. The last time we got a glimpse into the electronica star's personal life, it was when he admitted that he "accidentally almost killed Tina Fey's baby." Now, we have a new bizarre titbit from the bald-headed beat-maker, as he posted a blog entry about waking up in the morning to find a dude on acid sitting in his living room.
The incident happened yesterday morning (January 31) at Moby's house in the Hollywood Hills. As LA Weekly points out, Moby posted this snippet of dialogue from his interaction with the stranger:
me: 'uh, who are you??'
him: 'robbie'
me: 'what are you doing here?'
him: 'i'm here'
me: 'i think you should probably leave'
him: 'ok'. then he sat down.
me: 'i think you should leave'
him: 'ok'. continues sitting.
me: 'is everything ok?'
him: 'i might still be on acid'
As unpleasant a shock as this must have been for Moby, it was at least partially his fault, since he admitted that his doors were unlocked. He wrote, "My neighbours these days are coyotes and frogs, and I just kind of assumed that a closed door was a good enough deterrent for a coyote or a frog. But I guess I'll err on the side of security and actually lock my doors at night from now on." Good idea, Moby.
Moby could have called the cops to come collect the acid-addled intruder, but instead he went easy on the guy. He apparently "gave him a sweatshirt (it's chilly up in the hills) and some money for breakfast and sent him on his way," adding he hopes the man is "OK, he seemed a bit lost... I'm glad he didn't get eaten by coyotes or mountain lions."
If there's a lesson here, it's this: if you're tripping out in the Hollywood Hills, try stumbling into Moby's house; you'll have a safe place to crash and you might even get a free breakfast out of it.
The incident happened yesterday morning (January 31) at Moby's house in the Hollywood Hills. As LA Weekly points out, Moby posted this snippet of dialogue from his interaction with the stranger:
me: 'uh, who are you??'
him: 'robbie'
me: 'what are you doing here?'
him: 'i'm here'
me: 'i think you should probably leave'
him: 'ok'. then he sat down.
me: 'i think you should leave'
him: 'ok'. continues sitting.
me: 'is everything ok?'
him: 'i might still be on acid'
As unpleasant a shock as this must have been for Moby, it was at least partially his fault, since he admitted that his doors were unlocked. He wrote, "My neighbours these days are coyotes and frogs, and I just kind of assumed that a closed door was a good enough deterrent for a coyote or a frog. But I guess I'll err on the side of security and actually lock my doors at night from now on." Good idea, Moby.
Moby could have called the cops to come collect the acid-addled intruder, but instead he went easy on the guy. He apparently "gave him a sweatshirt (it's chilly up in the hills) and some money for breakfast and sent him on his way," adding he hopes the man is "OK, he seemed a bit lost... I'm glad he didn't get eaten by coyotes or mountain lions."
If there's a lesson here, it's this: if you're tripping out in the Hollywood Hills, try stumbling into Moby's house; you'll have a safe place to crash and you might even get a free breakfast out of it.
