03-10-02 - 7:12 a.m.
richard and i watched pollock last night. i can understand the need for creative outlet, even if it involves dribbling paint and getting paid for it, but when somebody gets up close and personal with every gutter in town and runs the emotional gamut between catatonia and hysteria, i want to know why. did his dad confiscate his crayons? did his mom torture him with button hooks? was it premature ejaculation? catholic school? was he humiliated in sports? humiliated in bed? what??? note to richard; your secret insight into his latent homo tendencies explains crap. watch the music lovers again.