Thursday, May 29, 2008
I ran into my friend today.
“Hey,” he said, “when you gonna put up those New York pictures?”
“I don’t know,” I confessed. “I’m pretty disappointed.”
“My talents,” I admitted. “Or the lack thereof. I took eleven rolls of film and I don’t think I have five photos I want to show, and those don’t really say much. I don’t know what went wrong. Everything looked good in the viewfinder. In my imagination, maybe. It’s just all crap.”
“Yea,” he chimed in, “you know I’m your friend, so don’t take this wrong, but you haven’t been putting up such good stuff lately. I mean what was that shit yesterday? The phone and the dice? What the fuck is that supposed to mean? It didn’t even look good. And you’re not telling stories any more, either. And what in the hell were you thinking putting up those silly flowers on Mother’s Day? I mean you must be sitting down to pee. I went to one of the sites you link on your website this morning, that guy from Australia. He has the right fucking idea. Man Up! But don’t get me wrong. I like your site. I’m learning a lot from it for when I put mine up.”
“When’s that going to be?” I asked without any real interest, thinking only about what he had just said.
“I don’t know. I’ve got a lot going on right now.”
“You back with your girlfriend?”
“No. Listen, I gotta go.”
“OK. See you.”
It’s good to have friends, I guess. I’m sure he is right in many ways. I’ll have to let it sink in.
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