Monday, March 13, 2006

Almost Famous

Aw, man. You made friends with them. See, friendship is the booze they feed you. They want you to get drunk on feeling like you belong.

Well, it was fun.

They make you feel cool. And hey. I met you. You are not cool.

I know. Even when I thought I was, I knew I wasn't.

That's because we're uncool. And while women will always be a problem for us, most of the great art in the world is about that very same problem. Good-looking people don't have any spine. Their art never lasts. They get the girls, but we're smarter.

I can really see that now.

Yeah, great art is about conflict and pain and guilt and longing and love disguised as sex, and sex disguised as love...and let's face it, you got a big head start.

I'm glad you were home.

I'm always home. I'm uncool.

Me too.

The only true currency in this bankrupt world is what we share with someone else when we're uncool.

4 comments:

Mary Elizabeth said...

Weird, I was just thinking about watching that.

Benjamin Wilkins said...

You should. Right now - it's a great movie.

Mary Elizabeth said...

duh. it's one of my favorites. maybe I should have said for the millionth time. ;)

Jessica said...

Hmm I've never seen it. Guess I should add it to the list...