Bent Highway: Chapter Twelve

New Wave

My life had become a Godard movie - and not just the fucked up parts. I used to watch those French films, for some weird reason my small town video store had a full collection of French movies, all the New Wave ones, Godard, Renoir, Truffaut. I got bored with all the Hollywood crap, and started watching them. At first they made no sense, like that poetry that English teachers take apart as the whole class shares the same blank stare. Then I’d watch them again, and again. Just by mysel...