Ok we are in Brooklyn at The corridor gallery, taking down the show. That Reynolds and i curated.
Jerry Gants, Teri, Raul, Reynolds,
Anyway i am taking down Ujimas fireplace and Teri is helping. Raul is wrapping, Jerry gant taking down his work.
I am bitching moaning complaining. Reynolds of course mentions Brazil and how much she loves it.
How different people where there blah, Blah Blah.
So she gets me started
Reynolds knows how to push my buttons
and then she sits back and watches and laughs while
i deconstruct the whole world.
anyway i am going on and on
bitching my feet my back
i hate new York
i hate new jersey
i hate the cold the heat and in between
i hate the sun the moon the oceans and the fish
i don't mean it
it just me
so Jerry
who is laughing along with the rest of us
looks at me
and says
you know what Kevin
you are the kind of kid
that
shit's in the swimming pool
just to have it all to himself
i was on a ladder i almost feel off i started laughing so hard
i couldn't stop
neither could the others we howled
and then went onto a rant and rave
that purified our souls
and showed me the value of good friendship
and humor
you had to have been there
Jerry Gant and Randall
are two people who can always make me laugh
and most of all
he got it right
although i never did what Jerry so blithely inferred
sure I must have thought about it
I was a weird child after all
But as much as man kind has recently
gotten on my nerves
i will have to ad it to my arsenal of things
that get the public away from me
Jerry you sure did peg me right
i vant to be alone....................
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