I know that I won’t see you before you leave…
And I knew it when I last saw you. That’s why I made you get out of your car and hug me. Because it was going to be “good-bye” for a while….
This is probably going to get quoted in every publication just because I said it. And I’m not even saying anything. I’m not talking about my films, I’m not talking about my life, and I’m not talking about the world. And yet, the media will print it simply because I said it. And at this moment in time, I bet there is an artist around the corner of this hotel, on the street, with a mind far beyond ours, but we will never listen to him simply because he has not appeared in a movie. And that is what is fucked up about our culture.
Pro baseball or love? Pro baseball or love?
I’m going with baseball. I’d still find a way to fail at love.
I’ll be here waiting, then.
Hah. So appropriate. Well, often enough.