And hence begins the countdown. Heretofore I present Swagg #5. By the way, Mr. Robert Downey Junior is not someone I idolize. Rather, I look forward to meeting him at a cafe in a location which is convenient for us both.
I can see it now; I’ll affirm the latent aggrandizement of recklessness he (currently) poses to have moved beyond. He will talk of prison and women and children — the way he loves the latter so — and I will, for a moment, be content to know a young man like me will one day grapple with the life that this playboy disposition had dealt us.
Dear Robert,
You’re a swell guy (and I love the bravado) but, both sadly and gladly I must inform you that I feel a certain complicity with you every single time you’re interviewed. My dear man, I know you live within your mind, and I assert that, in the world of Fitzgerald, my very spirit is Amory to your Monsignor Darcy.
God bless the 21st century, it’s lovely to have my spiritual father televised.
-Nick Javy
P.s. I am disturbed by your most recent appearance in Esquire. You look great and deliver entertaining responses, obviously. But damnit, man, I wish you’d cut it out with the interviews. What women and men (and the in-between) want is honesty. The last interview in the last magazine is sort of pandering.
P.s.s. Get a grip, good sir, you’re better’n such.
(via awkwardskeleton)
4:04 am • 10 May 2012 • 29 notes
And hence begins the countdown. Heretofore I present Swagg #5. By the way, Mr. Robert Downey Junior is not someone I idolize. Rather, I look forward to meeting him at a cafe in a location which is convenient for us both.
I can see it now; I’ll affirm the latent aggrandizement of recklessness he (currently) poses to have moved beyond. He will talk of prison and women and children — the way he loves the latter so — and I will, for a moment, be content to know a young man like me will one day grapple with the life that this playboy disposition had dealt us.
Dear Robert,
You’re a swell guy (and I love the bravado) but, both sadly and gladly I must inform you that I feel a certain complicity with you every single time you’re interviewed. My dear man, I know you live within your mind, and I assert that, in the world of Fitzgerald, my very spirit is Amory to your Monsignor Darcy.
God bless the 21st century, it’s lovely to have my spiritual father televised.
-Nick Javy
P.s. I am disturbed by your most recent appearance in Esquire. You look great and deliver entertaining responses, obviously. But damnit, man, I wish you’d cut it out with the interviews. What women and men (and the in-between) want is honesty. The last interview in the last magazine is sort of pandering.
P.s.s. Get a grip, good sir, you’re better’n such.
(via awkwardskeleton)
3:58 am • 10 May 2012 • 29 notes
