The more depressed I am, the more I write. The more depressed I am, the more I read (re-read, re-do, undo). Pibe 2 - Depression 0.
Buenos Aires is cold and sneezy. I came home pretty tired and starving. The fridge was completely empty except for a rotten pumpkin, half an avocado and an old bowl of rice and beans. I understood how my fridge was a reflection of my heart: rotten, half eaten and forgotten. I settled for a delivery and had to ask for two main courses because they had a minimum charge. While I waited for my Katsudon and my fried noodles, I went over a couple of emails. The book I'm reading was on the rooftop and I was too lazy and too hungry to go two floors up. I ended up looking at the draft folder. Not-so-surprisingly a 93.5 % of the emails on that folder were to myself.
I found one under the "you can suck my dick" subject that I thought I'd share with you.
"I invited him over and he said no. Fine, I thought. If he doesn't want to come to this party (of two, of course, because a party can't be any other thing than two people sharing an intimacy beneath a thick dawn comforter, or on top of it, or tangled in it like spaghetti on a fork, or even without a thick dawn comforter or even without a real intimacy… but a party can't be any other thing than two people. Yes, a party can't be any other thing than two people even if there's other two people's in the same party room)... I'll send the party his way. I opened the safari browser and went to my twitter account. I got distracted for 87 seconds reading 37 tweets (it's unbelieveable how many tweets can squeeze in 87 seconds). Then I did my little evil and twitted to 321 followers (and anyone that would look for the TT #party #NYC #JulianCasablancas #TheStrokes): "#Party #NOW #TheStrokes #BROOKLYN #NYC hosted at #JulianCasablancas apartment! 18 Pineapple st. apt #4! bring your friend's friends and their friends too! ". I thought it was wrong . I thought it was okey because he doesn't have a twitter or a Facebook account. The most interesting people I've met don't have twitter or Facebook accounts. The most stupid neither. It seems to me that having them is a quality of the mediocre."
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Ps. No. I'm not fucking Julian Casablancas.
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