Reading about James-Mr-Too-Much-Money-So-I’ve-Gone-To-Scientology-So-They-Can-Help-Me-Spend-It-And-I’m-So-Rich-That-I-Can-Look-Like-An-Old-Lardy-Cake-When-I-Marry-A-Model-And-She’ll-Still-Go-Through-With-It-Packer,
getting married in cap D’Antibes inspired me to search for my old trip diary,
‘cos I was in Cap D’Antibes, when i was 7.
There it was, behind all the books that I want you to see; Art Books, Camus,
Burroughs, Esotric studies, Hunter S Thompson, Music biographies, plays by
Tennesee Williams, Shakespeare and “Das Kamasutra Der Frosche”.
It was there with a fairly boring indictment of my life at age 11.
“Nothing much happened today” and “Today we went to the
mountains”, occur frequently as entries in this one. But. There is a
standout entry.
May 25. Remember that date. I should have. I will forever more. The entry is
as follows………
Twas a small school, it’s true, but 1st in singing! My god! What happened????
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