I think Baby and I just bought a house. That would put us half a million dollars in debt. This is kind of not great as I don’t have half a million dollars and I can’t conceptualize 30 years from now when we’ll have paid it all off. In times like this I like to imagine Dostoevsky’s Raskolnikov throwing the money he stole from the old hag moneylender into the river, and then I start to enjoy the reckless excess of it all.------------------------------------------
I’ve learned the three chords in The White Stripes’ “You Don’t Know What Love Is (You Just Do As You’re Told)”. I feel the power of satan in me.
