Kevin W. who always knows how to cheer me up lent me his copy of “Long Day’s Journey into night”. Of course it reminded me of my youth as much as “Ordinary People” did when I watched it last month. It was sordid. Dean Stockwell, then 26, looked gorgeous though. Aging is such a terrible thing (particularly for us short people).
The soundtrack for my recovery Monday was “Crazy Baby” by Joan Osborne and Crazy by Gnarls Barkley. I don’t have any Genesis in my music collection and there is a good reason: I hate their work. On the other end, I have about 50 different songs by the Cure which all have between three and five stars. The entire Cure is good besides perhaps “The last Day of Summer”, “One hundred years” and “Torture” maybe.
In the afternoon, I ran into Mike W., who was telling me of that Thursday afternoon he decided to quit the "whole thing". He looked as handsome as the day I saw him for the first time emerging naked from a pool at a crack party four years ago. A few minutes later, I briefly exchanged with Andy L. who too is some hardbody. And then it really all made sense and I thought that the solution is to quit the professional thingy and just be rich and slightly idle.
Did you have just one revelation or a few of them?
You left out the part of the day where you spilled stool all over your bike.
Posted by: LL | Monday, March 26, 2007 at 07:19 PM