SAINT PATRICK'S DAY (I DON'T LOVE YOU ANYMORE)
March 22nd 2007 14:37
I couldn’t attend my classes this week. It’s not because I was heartbroken or anything. I’m happy again. Honest.
I imagine drawing on everything. Like I would draw mating dolphins in the water in South Bank beach, and they’d attack all the kids who pee. I’d draw another sun next to the sun we have now, just to make things awkward.
I had coffee with Iris, Cooper, and Trent at La Dolce Vita. I drew a cigarette dangling from Iris’ bottom lip. I drew a Dali moustache on Cooper. I drew a giant mushroom shaped penis dangling from Trent’s ear. I drew sunglasses on my eyes because it was night time and my real ones were at home. “Let’s have a foursome,” someone said. Then someone said, “No one has actually seen a whale mate. Honestly, try to YouTube it. You’ll find nothing.”
We met Audrey and Jude Law (who I’m naming Jude Law for ratings) and Kate in the Valley and I was pretty much drunk by then, but I was lucky, because according to Iris I kept smiling and I ran like Forest Gump.
For a second, I drew a little road and ran away from everybody. Not like I wanted to be alone or anything, I was just Curious About Solitude. I drew a ladder and I climbed it and I saw all the Valley Freaks below. I drew love hearts on all their chests.
Jude Law told me that Eva doesn’t love me because she’s found someone else, someone better, and that I should drink up, because she’s probably kissing him and touching him as we spoke. He laughed. Drink up, man. There you go. Keep on drinking. She loves him, not you, never you, no one loves you because everyone has qualities better than yours. He said I was funny when I was sad. I wasn’t sad. I was okay. He told me to drive home for laughs. I drew sunglasses on Jude Law’s eyes. I drew confetti and it fell everywhere, and everyone became excited. I drew giant beach balls and happy faces and everyone: the emos, the punks, the yuppies, the Valley Homos, the under age ones, the oldies - we all held hands and started singing in perfect harmony: Happy Saint Patrick’s Day, Happy Saint Patrick’s Day.
They don’t even know what a saint is, Jude Law smirked. But I draw a smiley face on his smirk, so he just looked ugly with all the graffiti. He gave me another drink.
We ended up at the Mustang. Trent and I left Audrey and Iris and Jude Law and Kate there dancing. Apparently Jude Law kissed Audrey, and some English guy wanted to come home with Iris, and he kept asking her to walk him to the corner but she refused to and it made him angry and he tried to pull her. She ended up being rescued by a handsome Indian.
I drew a set of super heroes sitting next to me on the cab ride home. The invisible guy. The man with Iron Balls. The flying woman with a penis. The baby who runs really fast. The guy on fire. I drew an island where everyone was having fun and I was there, too, having fun, too, and you know what? I didn’t frown at all. The tears on my cheek were fake, that's all.
It was a great night!
Song I've been listening to: Goodbye, by Jagged Edge
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Comment by Lilla
From The Home Front
Enviro Warrior
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Esoteric Bookshop
I'm sorry, (refer to previous post for details)...Jude is not only (probably) wrong, but a jerk ... hey Jude the Jerk oops, sorry... don't want to jeoperdise the ratings ... I mean just because he's Jude Law or something *... I was just musing whilst I drew a mustache and horns on his head, a pitchfork here and a tail over ... well, you get the picture...
Comment by Ash
Flashes of memories
yeah stay away from the celebrity, he`s an energy sapper...and your good energy is too good to share with someone like him...