Sometimes I forget how good they were
one of my faves, perhaps a fitting one for the thread
Sometimes I forget how good they were
I don't think i'm the type to feel kinda great, but I do think there's an essential comfort and complaisance that comes from parental spoilage that means i'll never get around to doing anythingI was someone who always felt ok, like kinda great, and I think he felt that was the root of my essential inertia.
In sport, I was reasonably good without being anything like an athlete, it was only when my competitiveness was triggered that I could excel
I learned to play guitar because my brother tried and failed on 3 different occasions and I wanted to spite him by showing him how easy it wasYeah, I remember this kicking in when my brother landed a kickflip before me. It drove me so insane I stayed out doing them over and over until I got it. Couldn't go home until I'd forced myself to learn them then and there.
greatest writer.....I was hungry. I wanted love and sex. I wanted to give my mental stories to the world. I knew I couldn’t have those things in my current condition. I had to renounce all forms of dope. I couldn’t drink. I couldn’t steal. I couldn’t lie. I had to be a locked-down, uptight, pucker-assed motherfucker. I had to repudiate my old life. I had to build a new life from the sheer desiccated force of my old one. I liked the concept. It appealed to my extremist nature. I liked the self-immolation aspect. I liked the air of total apostasy. I danced with the concept for weeks. It blitzed my storytelling drive and soured my taste for dope. I wanted to change my whole life. Lloyd cleaned up in AA. He told me total abstinence was better than booze and dope at its best. I believed him. He was always smarter and stronger and more resourceful than me. I followed his lead. I said “Fuck it” and shrugged off my old life.
ELLROY, MY DARK PLACES