Don't follow too close behind someone having a conversation with themselves on the street. it messes up your mind. I realize with me it's a short trip...
He drifted over to the art section and had this conversation with himself.
FOUR BUCKS! Incredible! Naturally I don't have my money with me, except for a couple of dollars. Utrello was the illegitimate son of a lady painter called Valladin- he's pretty wild. He isn't super talented, but there's quite a legend around him. He'd get really drunk and stoned on hashish, the police had a cell set up with an easel and paints, they'd throw him in and let him paint until he sobered up. There wasn't an ounce of harm in him. I think he was really messed up because he never knew his dad...or something. *quoting from book* "a young, half mad alcoholic" No kidding! He had a grip on reality....sort of surprising. He did his level best! And his best wasn't bad.
A bit later, standing near the counter.
UUUUUUUUUUUUURT! UUUUUUUURT! Could you turn this into a five and some singles? I thought I didn't have any money! I must have though I was wearing my other coat. Goodie! Now I can buy books! Well, one book anyway.
Can I have the receipt? I eventually have to account for my purchases. I have to be able to prove that I didn't go down to Santa Maria to buy a clown suit, with big red floppy shoes and a red rubber nose and a little car to go out on the street and recruit other clowns! That wasn't me! They're just not gonna believe me!
Sometimes the stuff he says is frighteningly insightful, and sometimes it's just straight batshit. Even split.
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