here i am in the lexo travelling along in super comfort listening to some groovy tunes on the way to the movies to see, blue valentine and somewhere.
she's taken me to see some sort of alternative reality film and then i remember it's me in the alternate reality, but anyway that's another story. there's moments when i am thinking this is a bit strangely close to home with miss cupcake and i but i shake that feeling away.
the movie is painful and stirs old missions soul, it's a sad old story but it's very real, two narratives that join one, as the couple meet and fall in love the other as they are disintegrating, they are both drinking in the film, blocking some emotional shit that hits the fan in slow motional and painful detail, we have all lived these roles. it's a brilliant film, yeah the mans desperation, her defeat, the loss all played out like a tragedy . they should hand out a drink after movies like that, just for medicinal purposes, i hate recreational drinking with a vengeance but i needed a scotch after hauling my emotional self through their hurt and my own memories, but i don't like alcohol so i ate. now i am a fat fuck with a few fresh wounds reopened. the second film, was awful and not in a good way, it was a story that could have been good if we really cared although there was a big smile on my face and another batch of memories but this time excellent ones at the beginning of the movie when i thought it was going to be about strippers.