. . . they're obviously something I've found I'm quite averse to. But I never used to be this way. I used to be Mr. Party Animal, hey, let's get down, what, there's a concert at nine?
And it's misunderstanding to say that I don't still have that gene in me. I do. You know, I get on planes and go to the end of the planet . . . you obviously can't be Howard Hughes to do that.
What I do do is pat myself on the head from time to time and say "Yo, you're not Head Chef at Boulud . . . you're not CEO at Lehman Bros. . . you're not designing the wing for the Airbus A380 and will be on the line for it for the rest of your life . . . you're just some schmuck who's trying to figure shit out and not trying to raise too much stink and piss too many people off, you know, just stay in your corner, don't make too much noise, don't call attention to yourself" . . . well, you know.
God, this scotch and orange juice tastes like the Irrawady river.
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