I
know you knew. You know everything, don't you. Tonight I had the chance
of taking a spanish guy home and maybe I would have, but then I found
out he was 20. So I pretended .. something.
I mean 20.
And
here I am, quarter to four in the morning, still smoking cigarettes and
being drunk. I have to retype every two words, fuck that! Should I go
to sleep or practice the five knuck shuffle? I don't know, I really
don't feel like going to sleep yet. Fuck that too, you know. While I'm
at it, fuck everything, you know. I guess I'm quite dangerous, drunk,
at almost 4 in the morning. I should go and rob a bank or put a gun in
my mouth. Now I remember why I don't have guns around the house. Jackie
Brown says: nothing gets between me and my AK47. I guess I'm a romantic
after all. Did you know that astronomists discovered Neptune when
romanticism hit Europe? I guess you didn't ...
But
then again, what do you know? I mean, you killed the guy because you
wanted me all for yourself, and that is not going to happen. They
always do that. But they can't have me, because I'm too much trouble
and all. Yeah, yeah, I know. Too much trouble and too much time. Story
of my life, I guess. Maybe that's why I like the catcher in the rye
(J.D. Salinger). When you catch somebody coming through the rye. I like
rye, just by the way. And I like you by the way. No big deal. No big
deal at all, if only you'd believe it. But you don't, do you? Anyway,
see you tomorrow.
