I’ve been slowly reading Albert Camus’ Myth of Sisyphus over the last couple of weeks. I just came across this: It got me thinking about the time when my father called me a donkey.
For a week or two, now, I’ve been noticing beautiful women everywhere. It’s becoming something of a distraction. I’m attracted to women at all turns. I’m attracted to women! Now, I just need to learn how to talk to them. Baby steps, Bernard. Baby steps. But no babies. I don’t have time to pound out… Continue reading From the Archives – I Met a Girl the Other Night