The Israeli barber was rude, saying he was booked all day. If I didn’t have an appointment, he couldn’t serve me. Nor could his co-worker. They were too busy for the likes of me. Two years I’ve been going there! So I’m cutting my own hair. What could possibly go wrong?
I get my Norelco beard trimmer and set it to “5” and shave my head. It’s been six months since I last got a haircut. I hate spending $60 a year (for three haircuts) when I could just do it myself. It looks great! I feel like Travis Bickle in Taxi Driver.
All the animals come out at night – whores, skunk pussies, buggers, queens, fairies, dopers, junkies, sick, venal. Someday a real rain will come and wash all this scum off the streets. I go all over. I take people to the Bronx, Brooklyn, I take ’em to Harlem. I don’t care. Don’t make no difference to me. It does to some. Some won’t even take spooks. Don’t make no difference to me.
You talkin’ to me? You talkin’ to me? You talkin’ to me? Then who the hell else are you talking… you talking to me? Well I’m the only one here. Who the f*** do you think you’re talking to? Oh yeah? OK.
Listen, you screwheads. Here is a man who would not take it anymore. A man who stood up against the scum, the dogs, the filth. Here is a man who stood up.
Loneliness has followed me my whole life, everywhere. In bars, in cars, sidewalks, stores, everywhere. There’s no escape. I’m God’s lonely man.
I’m standing here; you make the move. You make the move. It’s your move…
The idea had been growing in my brain for some time: TRUE force. All the king’s men cannot put it back together again.
The days go on and on… they don’t end. All my life needed was a sense of someplace to go. I don’t believe that one should devote his life to morbid self-attention, I believe that one should become a person like other people.
I first saw her at Palantine Campaign headquarters at 63rd and Broadway. She was wearing a white dress. She appeared like an angel. Out of this filthy mess, she is alone. They… cannot… touch… her.
I realize now how much she’s just like the others, cold and distant, and many people are like that, women for sure, they’re like a union.
Now I see this clearly. My whole life is pointed in one direction. There never has been a choice for me.
I wonder if Jews are smarter because the less intelligent among us converted to Christianity.
I wish I had a just little more hair so my hair clips would keep my yarmulke on.
The white people I know rarely wear strong perfume or cologne, but many of the blacks and Persians I know do.
Big Cadillacs are huge with black men, I see, but unpopular with whites.
“Most black guys smell pretty nice, and they seem to get the trashy, crazy white girls easy enough. Possibly related? Either way, I want the trashy, crazy white girls for me. I’m at a loss here?”
I can’t think of any movie directors who got better with age, certainly not past 60.
According to OKCupid’s analysis of my personality (profile LukefromOz), I am:
More Friendly To Strangers
Less Experienced In Life
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