I'm fucked. I never file my taxes on time. I have an tax man, too. An accountant, rather. He called me tonight. I filed an extension back in April. I have done nothing since. I've gone years without filing. I worry. So now my man--the accountant--calls me. I was supposed to get the things together that he needs tonight. I am to meet him at nine. But I got nothing together. I did nothing but drink and watch Scorsece's documentary on George Harrison. Then I began hijacking old Beatle's songs that weren't standard. Now it is long past midnight and I'm doomed. Fucked. Why am I such a child?
Whatever. I'm an artist, goddamnit. We are different.
I watched that documentary late friday night too. I completely forgot about the attack at George's house. I wonder what I was doing during all that.
ReplyDeleteOdd how Beatle-y this weekend was -- Lennon's 71st Birthday -- McCartney marrying.
We're different allright, my head is upside down!
ReplyDeleteL, I don't think I ever knew about the attack. Lennon at 71 boggles the mind. Wait! Jagger, Richards, Dylan, Young. . . holy smokes.
ReplyDeleteJ, I don't know what you mean. How are we different?