In the mornings I use to say goodbye to my kids like someone going to work. I leave the house, walk around a few blocks, and come back like a person arriving at the office. I create at home, and I have always thought that the place where you sleep or the place you share with your partner should be separate from the place where you work. I have my own pied-a-terre, in the garage, with a view … to the swimming pool. The domestic rituals and -after a while- partners somehow kill your creative work habits.
You’ve all heard of them and read about them. But what is an eccentric person? Is it a form of insanity? Or are we simply free spirits who have the courage to do our own thing? I’ve not clear answer…
This is what I’m thinking about myself right now: I may be bonecrushingly dense, compulsively elaborate, silly, obscene, funny, tragic, pastoral, historical, philosophical, poetic, grindingly dull, inspired, horrific, cold and bloated. I’m beached and blasted…
This is what my ex-girlfriend thinks about myself right … well, yesterday: I’m beached and blasted… and I sucked. Shit, even when we have mind-blowing sex throughout the entire duration of our relationship, a good way to offend your partner is to tell him that it sucked. I understand her anyway. If she doesn’t lash-out in a verbal assault of profanities and low-blows she was just going to explode. You want to -need to- get a few last jabs in at the ex before the door hits in the ass. It’s okay to vent.
Today she just texts me saying: ‘I miss you.’ That means the other person she tried to replace me with failed. I answer, in the most subtle sense, asking for her best friend’s number. I’ll never see her again … after a doozy like that.
One of the greatest boons of having a girlfriend is that fantastic sex is always within arm’s reach. One of the greatest things about having an ex-girlfriend is watching hardcore bucketfuls and getting yourself off is always within your arm’s reach.
I am a full-time loner. I can’t think unless I’m alone with a cigarette and coffee handy. I’ve got to be puffing and sipping. Then I’m okay, simply because I care little about societal pressures against my behaviour. What other people think often does not matter to me and I would like to regularly blow a horn to invite the poor to my home for free food. And when I will die, I want thirteen young maids to follow my coffin to the grave, as well as a bagpiper and a fiddler to play happy music.
If you’re poor and you do crazy, you’re nuts. If you’re rich and do stupid, you’re eccentric … so I decide to worship Jesus (Mitsuo) Matayoshi.
A bit of – Dugutigui