Super 8 and a Something

This man was making me dizzy at Woody's last night.

I'm aware of who he is. And so is he. Everything he's done, written especially, has made that abundantly clear. His material for his entire artistic career, far as I can tell, has been himself, his life, and his obsessions.

This is not a criticism. I mean, I write this site.

My issue is separate. His interest was too blatant to be shy. You can't go whipping around the bar: around: around, at such a frantic pace, staring, and wait for the object of your affection to do all the work for you. Even if all that walking made you tired.

I'm familiar with his work. For a long time I didn't care for it. Now, I find it funny.

And I wasn't interested anyway.

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