Augustus St. George didn’t keep our appointment last night, and I would have missed him entirely if my friend CrunchyMama hadn’t seen him crossing through Gigsville. When I did catch up with him, he wasn’t happy to see me – but he filled me in on what had happened next. Read part 1 in this series here, and part 2 here. – Caveat
It’s nothing personal. If you can find me, Larry’s boy scouts can find me, that’s the trouble.
Do you hate people with merit badges? I hate people with merit badges. The whole thing screams “validate my daddy issues.”
I like being hard to find. Look … half the fun of being here is getting lost in somebody else’s dream, right?
Last night a woman with pink nylon butterfly wings attached to her back stood underneath a turn of the century streetlight, asking passing strangers to help tie the laces of her stiletto boots. This might have been a once-in-a-lifetime offer. A crowd gathered, but only a small one, because she wasn’t the most interesting once-in-a-lifetime offer on this particular corner.
Burners like to tell themselves that they’re big on costumes. It’s not true, but it’s a helpful lie: the kind of self-deception that opens doors. That’s how I tracked him down.
Sure,*some* burners are really into costumes – but most of us really aren’t. We’re into color. We’re into spectacle. We’re into skin: lots of skin. If we were really into costumes, we wouldn’t be so enthusiastic about people who take their shirt off and call it a day.
As long as it’s colorful, as long as it’s a spectacle, we give them a thumbs up and a blowjob. Be neat to look at. That’s all we want. Read more »