Darryl

A long drive in Clive’s car, with more jazz on the radio but nothing like the other night, something fusion-y and mean, like Miles Davis on cocaine. And of course it really is Miles Davis on cocaine, it’s “On the Corner.”

I’m feeling starved for any kind of humanity at all.

it’s just attachment to an idea of equality of effort, or equality of focus. I hate that. Just fuck me hard and get your rocks off. If I’m on my knees, I’m serving you. It’s about you. You can do something for me later, but even then it shouldn’t be in a spirit of exchange, never because you feel like you should.

Then I am too cool, and they think I don’t like them.

It’s all heavy with me, without being serious.

He seemed to be courting the most dangerous aspects of any place he passed through,

Be for real, people. Honesty counts. And don’t assume we can all see the irony. We just see the face you show us.

Watch your wife take yards of dick from an endless succession of surfer guys named Blake and Kenny with identical Puka shell necklaces and short blonde beards.

Somehow Oothoon is a lot more annoying on the internet than she was in person but I think that’s true of most people.