“HEY! YOU!”
Oops.
“OOPS? Fuckin’ OOPS? You DARE say that to me?”
I forgot about you a little.
“It’s been a week, dickhead!”
I have a very good excuse.
“You got high and had a movie marathon.”
Yes.
“That’s not a very good excuse. It’s not even a good excuse. It’s not even an excuse.”
How bad has the situation gotten?
“I’ll let him tell you.”
Him?
“One discovers, within creation itself, a dichotomy of being. There is the material. This is flesh, this is shit, this is the energetic making of love, the thrusting and all this. And there is the mystical, which imbues the physical with presence. These two states conflict! They wrestle ferociously and without cease! Their struggle is infinite and eternal! This is my fox. I have named him Muchi.”
Nice fox.
“There is nothing nice about him. Look in his eyes. Do you see compassion? Do you see humor? Of course not. The fox is hunger given form, even though this one likes scritchy-scratches.”
I guess. Are you involved with the USNS Comfort now?
“Yes. It’s very exciting.”
I’m pretty sure I see what’s coming.
“I’m going to drag the Comfort up the side of the Empire State Building.”
Yup. I saw it coming.
“The fox is now attacking me. Nature’s raw violence has once again replaced man’s studied manners. There is quite a bit of blood.”
Run, Werner Herzog!
“He returns! The fox brings yet more chaos!”
Stop talking and run!
Dang, dude . . . . . that was a HELLUVA RUN last night. Well done, you!!
Funny, just last week I was watching old Letterman clips of both Herzog and Kinski–not together, recalling the tale of when Herzog pulled a gun on Kinski, fully intending to shoot him if he attempted to leave the set. I believe it was the movie they made before Fitzcaroldo. Pretty funny. And Kinski was relatively calm and we’ll behaved for his chat with Dave, but I digress.