New York
26/03/2013
I arrived at Lou's management office early... They told me he was out... I sat down on one of the leather couches and told them I would wait.... They then told me that this wasn't feasible as the couches were due to be shipped out to their new office in Delaware any minute... I then asked them if they'd ever seen the film... They told me not... I contemplated filling them in on the details but decided against it... Instead I lowered my shades and smiled knowingly...
It was at this point that I realized I actually was Lou Reed... Not that this surprised me really... I'd always had a relative inkling... Ever since I was a kid in school and realized that I really
did want to play football for the coach; then and that time outside of the school when I was dressed as a mirror, talking to Little Joe about how he'd never give it away, not ever, not once, not even if someone asked nicely... No way, he always said, they'd have to pay and pay... (A phrase that I never thought made sense)...
Anyway... Yeah... We were never destined to be friends... And I suppose I'd always known about being Lou Reed... But these kinds of things you have to deny for a while... Especially to yourself...
I think what I'm really trying to say is that, at that moment - sat on that couch, soon to be shipped to Delaware (the couch, not me) - I suppose it was at that moment that I realized I was never going to be afraid ever again... I was going to be Lou Reed all I wanted and no one could stop me; not nobody...
And if I couldn't hit it sideways... Well fuck it, cos it's just like Sister Ray said...
And that doesn't make sense neither... But I'm Lou Reed... And I don't have to answer nobody's questions...
So fuck it
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