"The Beautiful People."
I wonder if you are much older, younger or even about the same age as I am - if the phrase or title, "The Beautiful People" immediately conjures up the same image and recollection that it does in my head. I will always remember the Marilyn Manson song and hear him singing this track in my head. I saw a Marilyn Manson concert with my sister once - that was a very long time. What a very odd guy, but I will tell you this, the motherfucker rocks hard and is a great performer.
However, it is not only the beautiful people but the crazy, insane, psycho twisted and otherwise relatively enjoyable people I have met along the way who are causing another caustic contribution from me. Facts are facts and I will be honest here... I have chosen a wild path in this life. I have seen so many different things on the complete opposite ends of many different scales and spectrum's I will explain more another time but for now know this, I have met and truly enjoyed some of the most colorful, beautiful and crazy insane people on this planet. You simply can't imagine as I can barely believe or even remember them all myself.
Also, you should know that drugs and alcohol play a significant role in my story... they just do. So, either loaded or trying not to be, the people in my life are are and have been just a trip. Now as you may imagine, I have also met the bad and ugly from their warped and sick section of the world. I have met men who have killed other men. Actually, I stayed several nights in the home of a guy I knew in Phoenix, who had been convicted for the murder of another man. He was a little strange but in the end a pretty nice guy. I have met guys that would rather break your neck than break the awkward silence that always happens when you know that you are standing in front a person like that while you desperately search for the slightest indicator that he thinks you're OK.
I have flown around the world with billionaires. I've worked for Hollywood's biggest and brightest stars. I have partied with millionaires and with the pretty fucking well-to-do.
Yet, at a very different point in time, there was a man who I cared for a great deal and we shared times that I enjoyed quite a bit. During our entire friendship that same man lived outside, next to a dumpster at a do-it-yourself car wash in Los Angeles. It was both here and in a couple other places along the way that I can honestly tell you that I slept outside on the concrete as well.
The point is -I have met so many different people in so many different places and have had so many different experiences - its really awesome. I know this too..I've had very intense interpersonal relationships with people who I met in back alleys and bar rooms. Funny how the only person who could ever really really understand how an addict or a drunk or a hooker or junkie feels is a addict, drunk, hooker or junkie. The problem is, that while they may understand - they often offer little solution.
Please check back again soon for part two of "The Beautiful People.
Until then stay insane, it makes for a better world, believe me.
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