Perhaps I could do that? If only I’d had a really profligate, sleazy past in the docklands of Buenos Aires, lived at the bottom like a crab, and gorged myself shamelessly on everything I came across,
oh ok, heres that question of : do you need to live a really weird life or be crazy to make art or say something profound about the world. what if you’re just a middle class father of two kids with a bad dead father. maybe thats what hes saying this whole time
