8.27.2004

pg 46

"The phone rang in Tyler's rented house on paper street.
Oh, Tyler, please deliver me.

And the phone rang.

The doorman leaned into my shoulder and said, ' A lot of young people don't know what they really want '.
Oh, Tyler, please rescue me.

And the phone rang.

' Young people, they think they want the whole world '.
Deliver me from Swedish furniture.
Deliver me from clever art.

And the phone rang and Tyler answered.

' If you don't know what you want, ' the doorman said, ' you end up with a lot you don't '.
May I never be complete.
May I never be content.
May I never be perfect.
Deliver me, Tyler, from being perfect and complete.
Tyler and I agreed to meet at a bar.

The doorman asked for a number where the police could reach me.  It was still raining.  My Audi was still parked in the lot, but a Dakapo halogen torchiere was speared through the windshield.

Tyler and I, we met and drank a lot of beer, and Tyler said, yes, I could move in with him, but I would have to do him a favour.

The next day, my suitcase would arrive with the bare minimum, six shirts, six pair of underwear.

There, drunk in a bar where no one was watching and no one would care, I asked Tyler what he wanted me to do.

Tyler said, ' I want you to hit me as hard as you can '."

1 comment:

a said...

thats a great book. but he wrote something better before it called surviour. the whole books a trasscprit from a hijacked plane.