true ‘dat
You have to be prepared for the devil to happen.
That’s it.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
There i was stuck between the documentary watchers who took it all so seriously, and the little girls in their twenties who were incapable of taking anything seriously. I didn’t know which team i belonged to. Well, honestly, I did know - I belonged to neither.
This guy leans over to the coolest chick and asks her “Are you an artist?”
Her cheesy grin says it all - “I never felt unsafe. It’s all good.”
I instantly become suspicious of chicks when they say “it’s all good.”
“You’re a very intense person” the guy says to the girl. Her eyes laser beam him. She’s only interested in what he might be carrying. That’s the extent of her interest. I’m outside of all of that. What I want doesn’t even register on her radar. It’s only the goods that count. That’s how it is with this generation of beauties.
They know they’re deadly. They thrive on it.
The only way to do this is to be invisible. Go home and change. And go to fiction. Why is it fiction and non-fiction rather than fact and non-fact? The whole world is upside down. May-Jane reminds me of Sasha Grey. But she hasn’t even heard of Sasha Grey and then I realise that she’s nothing like Sasha Grey. Nobody will ever remind me of anyone else again. I’m too eclectic. Too esoteric. My outside is really out. Not just a convenient masquerade.
I’ve become something strange: the estranged. I can’t interface with the herd. I hear myself saying “Do you wanna come sit?”
“I will” she replies. “Sure?”
But it’s all bullshit. There’s no common ground. Both of us are just winging it. Playing for redemption.
I’m always stymied by my romantic tendency. None of these bitches deserve that. It gets in the way. I’m from another planet. I cherish this aspect of myself. But it gets me nowhere.
Actually the chicks are very ordinary. And desperate for connection. It’s not gong to happen. Not tonight. Not with me.
Actually I realised very quickly that nothing’s changed. All the old rules apply. Men have to be men. And women follow.
That’s it.
More importantly: if you’re not carrying coke they will not stay with you. Simple.
August 14th, 2009 at 4:30 am
Interesting blog man.
August 14th, 2009 at 10:41 am
All old men are Robinson Crusoes…something I read yesterday. Maybe this is as much of a factor/divide as the guy/chick thing. But then again “we” are all so desperate to be taken seriously or acknowledged knowing full well that it’s all bullshit because it’s just a masquerade. Can a man really be just friends with a women?
August 14th, 2009 at 10:48 am
hangin wit da wrong kinda chicks, dude
August 14th, 2009 at 11:02 am
funny i just wanted to write a ‘’dude'’ comment..but someone took all the dude-honours..ah who cares
strong piece of writing dude
August 14th, 2009 at 11:06 am
whenever a chick calls me dude
i always have to look around
who is she talking to?
it can’t be me?
it just can’t be?
it always baffles me.
dude?
the first time i ever heard the word “dude” come out of anybody’s mouth was in new york in 1992. on houston street. richard kern was telling me about the beautiful chicks he was photographing in the nude, and he said “dude”, and it was funny because nude rhymes with dude. so that worked for me. also because it was houston street, so it made sense, dude on houston.
but every time i have ever heard that word i am at a total loss. how did that silly word become a mainstay of the contemporary international lingo? how?
August 14th, 2009 at 11:15 am
blame jack keroauc, dennis hopper, david bowie, the big lebowski, keanu reeves, bart simpson… and anytime you feel the pain, hey dude, refrain, don’t carry the world upon your shoulders!
August 14th, 2009 at 11:19 am
dude duderoni dude
comment nr6. funny and true
August 14th, 2009 at 11:29 am
http://www.observer.com/node/47789
August 14th, 2009 at 11:40 am
the demigod of dude…hehehe
September 3rd, 2009 at 9:00 am
cutting away from the declensions on meta-dude for a moment- true’dat shows a strangely gallant side in its disdain for the present estate of women. it would be intriguing to see one of those clunky sequences of the same woman sent back through the ages- a search for a moment before the rot set in.