I think I would enjoy being an alcoholic! Very much so. A drinker and a libertine. Never in a relationship, but always in love. At church, they’d call me a whore. But I would fancy myself a spirited individual of grand appetites featuring roast duck, red wine, and well-shaped men.
I thought of this old joke. This guy, uh, goes to a psychiatrist. And he says, Doc, my brother’s crazy. He thinks he’s a chicken. And the doctor says, Well, why don’t you turn him in? And the guy says, I would, but I need the eggs. Well, I guess this is pretty much now how I view friendships. You know, they’re irrational, and, and, crazy, and absurd. But I guess, you know, we keep pushing through it because most of us, uh, need the eggs.