Everything looks good until you call the repairman. He just spent the last hour here showing me what needs to be done on the house, poking at rotten wood, showing me how water is getting behind the window frames, telling me how the walls will begin to rot if I don't fix it now. . . etc. What was a good morning becomes an expensive morning. I couldn't bear the price tag he gave me and told him I'd need to go through my finances. I'd call him. That didn't make him happy. I figure, though, that at least we're even. Both mornings ruined.
But the sun is out and the day is glorious and after he left, I decided that there was nothing to do but pay him and get the work done. I can't do it. So. . . fuck. . . it's just money, right? But I worry now. Everyone I talk to has put away money for retirement. How? I don't understand it. But I do. They do not live the way I do. They don't eat what and where I do and they don't stay where I stay and they don't buy what I buy. . . and they don't have a fucking studio and a billion dollars worth of cameras and equipment. . . . Something is just wrong with me, I think. I am like a good movie about a sad affair.
Maybe I won't be going anywhere this summer. Is it too late to become a squirrel? I need to put away some nuts for winter.
My problem, not yours. Fuck it. I'm just going to listen to this and forget about it.
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or MAY BE you 'll Untame yourself from this house, pack your studio, sell your house , say fuck of to the taming factory, sell your car, and fly this summer , with one way ticket , beginning with Europe, then browsing with your eyes around the beauty of the present,around magical places, meeting new inspiration sipping on a whiskey in les Deux Magots, ave St Germain des prés,where Sartre shared his ideas and inspirations with the world around him ,not thinking anymore of any Handy man, lawn, or anything but live the present instant, S T O P beiing selfish with your art, share it more to the world; and you'll make at least 5 happy persons : Myself, Red, your Mom, Nadja ( I bet ) and M . B I L L ( never understood why Bill for W ) ???
ReplyDeleteI know you hate me already,I don 't care really, I think your art belong to the world, so Just Do it :-)
ps ; sorry for my poor english , remember,I am a Rapist Arab who is learning your langage ;)
Ah yes. . . the spoiler of young girls. . . ho! I've had whiskey at those places many times. I'd love to come to Paris again. And there are so many places I must visit--Prague, Budapest, Istanbul. . . .
ReplyDeleteBut what would I do with the cat?
Free The cat and let him/her go for adventures ....
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