Posted on September 11, 2010
I told you I was destined to become one of the great thinkers of our time. I said it came to me in a dream, but not one of those abstract, watery dreams; rather one of those hi-def, technicolor types.
You claimed to believe me and you nodded your head vigorously as if this motion were proof of your conviction. I wanted to believe you understood. I wanted to believe your words and gesticulation, but looking into your vacant eyes, I knew better.
We were high and naked and you’d gotten off as you do and I’d faked it per usual, and so I knew you were lying. It was just obvious.