Monday, May 28, 2012

celebrating 4-28









Everyone makes a big deal of the whole Say hello to my little friend! bit of Scarface, but they miss the most inspirational words, when Tony says to Alejandro Sosa, I never fucked anybody over in my life didn't have it coming to them. You got that? All I have in this world is my balls and my word and I don't break them for no one.

I'm reminded of that from time to time, because Scarface is a great movie and I've (clearly) got a thing for crude speech. Let's be frank here; we're all getting too old not to be honest with ourselves. I'm fucking shit poor, years from being financially secure, more than just a little stupid, and on top of it all, a drunkard. But I have my honesty and reliability, and, in words only a poor man would say, money don't mean jack shit. But what am I saying. We're all money whores. It's just that some of us (this drunkard here) don't have a goddamn clue how to get it, is all. So we stay true to our principles, and surround ourselves with the people we actually love and want to spend time with, and do the things that make us happy. Anything else, and I'm selling my heart, and no one should ever expect you to sell your heart (Marco, 1989).

A month ago (!), I turned 26. I didn't give a shit. You lose something every year once you hit your mid-twenties . . . just feeling a bit restless now, bored even. And I'm a guy who needs constant stimulation. We were hitting the less than 3 weeks to go mark before GMAT, and taking a whole day off was out of the question, even though my birthday fell on the Saturday (of course it did, when I'm sweating it out for the most important exam in my life). I studied in the morning, completely forgetting about lunch, before heading out for groceries. Long drive all around to my favourite fishmongers, picking up some shellfish and greens. We were going for simple, Shanghainese home cooking. Various bottles to drink - nothing too fancy, but for an 11-year old Ormes de Pez.

All I have in this world is my balls and my word . . .


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