Portrait of a Jeweller at .22
My teacher Billy gave me a small, impeccable joint and an assignment to stop being an asshole. He sent me to bed, citing the laminated Safety Guidelines hanging over the sink. Covered in silver and sand-paper dust, they stated: No flip-flops. No jet-lags.
I came back the next day with lipstick on and Billy pointed to a second homemade sign, also laminated. His index finger was missing 2 phalanges. The picture of Calamity Jane said: “I don’t have time to put on makeup in the morning, I have my guns to load”. He handed me my first blowtorch only a couple hours later. I didn’t wipe my red off immediately, but probably didn’t wear any in his presence ever again; I bumped into a New Yorker who I hadn’t seen in a few weeks and she groaned at the sight me.
Mexico mixtape, from memory: Ween – The Mollusk, Carole King – Tumblin’, John Frusciante – Curtains, something by Fleetwood Mack, David Bowie – Oh you pretty things, Three Mile Pilot – Year of no light, Johnny Halliday – Les portes du pénitentier, Pinback – Blue Screen Life, Brian Eno – By this river, The Sea and Cake- The Biz