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HERE IS SOMETHING I APPARENTLY WROTE A COUPLE OF WEEKS AGO THAT I NEVER POSTED
Yesterday I was driving the band to JB O'Reilly's for a gig. Lewis was directing me, and he said "Go left here!" and he meant the next one, but I thought he meant the one I was almost about to pass. So I turned left really fast but unfortunately I was in the right-hand lane at the time and omitted to check my blind spot. And crashed into another car. Which turned out to be a shiny expensive car belonging to a fucking SURGEON. Too bad I didn't crash into a shitty old bomb driven by a pothead who wouldn't care. Anyway, I'm okay, and his car's mostly okay except for big scrapes on the paintwork, and my car's still drivable, just badly dented round the left headlight. Also, my indicator still works as an indicator, but instead of doing a sedate tick-tock-tick-tock it now does a crazy double-time small-bird-heartbeat tickatickatickatickaticka that makes me kind of nervous whenever I'm turning left.
OK HERE IS SOMETHING I AM ABOUT TO WRITE
Kiki and I watched a movie last night called Art School Confidential. It was all about how everyone in the art world is a total wanker and art is ultimately meaningless. It was a very stupid and depressing movie, all the more so because it was a little bit too close to home. After we watched it we sat there and didn't say anything and then asked each other if we were wankers like everyone in that movie. But it's hard to know, if you are a wanker, because obviously you won't think you are. After a while when we were still sitting there I said: "Wine?" And Kiki said: "Yes." We both jumped up and ran to the kitchen, and because we were so upset about art we drank a whole bottle very fast, forgot to eat dinner, and ended up sitting on the floor bawling. THANKS FOR NOTHING, ART SCHOOL CONFIDENTIAL.
What else? That is all, I am still kind of upset about that. I was already having trouble convincing myself that art means anything, so that stupid movie didn't help.
In better news, I watched Me and You and Everyone We Know the other day and I greatly enjoyed it. So all is not lost. OK.
Yesterday I was driving the band to JB O'Reilly's for a gig. Lewis was directing me, and he said "Go left here!" and he meant the next one, but I thought he meant the one I was almost about to pass. So I turned left really fast but unfortunately I was in the right-hand lane at the time and omitted to check my blind spot. And crashed into another car. Which turned out to be a shiny expensive car belonging to a fucking SURGEON. Too bad I didn't crash into a shitty old bomb driven by a pothead who wouldn't care. Anyway, I'm okay, and his car's mostly okay except for big scrapes on the paintwork, and my car's still drivable, just badly dented round the left headlight. Also, my indicator still works as an indicator, but instead of doing a sedate tick-tock-tick-tock it now does a crazy double-time small-bird-heartbeat tickatickatickatickaticka that makes me kind of nervous whenever I'm turning left.
OK HERE IS SOMETHING I AM ABOUT TO WRITE
Kiki and I watched a movie last night called Art School Confidential. It was all about how everyone in the art world is a total wanker and art is ultimately meaningless. It was a very stupid and depressing movie, all the more so because it was a little bit too close to home. After we watched it we sat there and didn't say anything and then asked each other if we were wankers like everyone in that movie. But it's hard to know, if you are a wanker, because obviously you won't think you are. After a while when we were still sitting there I said: "Wine?" And Kiki said: "Yes." We both jumped up and ran to the kitchen, and because we were so upset about art we drank a whole bottle very fast, forgot to eat dinner, and ended up sitting on the floor bawling. THANKS FOR NOTHING, ART SCHOOL CONFIDENTIAL.
What else? That is all, I am still kind of upset about that. I was already having trouble convincing myself that art means anything, so that stupid movie didn't help.
In better news, I watched Me and You and Everyone We Know the other day and I greatly enjoyed it. So all is not lost. OK.