Thursday, May 17, 2018

I'm not the man I used to be

I stared at a photo of Charlie Chaplin and Buster Keaton for about five minutes this morning. It was from Limelight. It's kind of a heartbreaking movie.

But not really kinda.

A recovering has been drunk who sneaks a drink to hide from ... himself?

Anyway, I am always moved by the photo of those two giants at an age when the best was supposedly behind them making something so fucking poignant. It's like irony or, whatever.

The Nord goes home in a couple of days.

I think Lucy Liu will be the saddest dog in the world when that happens.

Lucy Liu does not like most people. I would say she is discerning but, I am the person she chose so there is a strong argument to be made that she has shit taste.

A friend of mine shot me a text late last night checking up on me, making sure I am okay. I worry about him a lot. I told him something I believe with all of me: every time you wake up, it's a fucking win.

Depression is a real thing for a lot of you. I'm cheering for you.

Titty sprinkles!