a few weeks ago, joe jackson asked seattle weekly’s uptight seattlite:
dear uptight seattleite,
it’s getting warmer, and the ladies are out. what i don’t get, though, is all the beautiful, stylish women with the schlubby losers. how does this happen?
joe jackson
and he said:
Just between you and me, I know what you mean. The very sight of some couples can strain the imagination to the breaking point. But remember that the imagination can be a dangerous thing. There was this one time when I saw this one particular couple, and, well, I don’t exactly regret what happened. Because I don’t believe in regret. But it turned out that the woman was not in fact blinking out the Morse code for “Please help. I’m being held against my will.” I suggest you, too, beware of dark imaginings. Instead of envy, focus on procuring stylish female companionship of your own. I myself may be in a bit of a slump in that department, but that doesn’t mean I don’t live in hope. How else is there to live?
i say:
image: indexed, but he’s got soul. or something…
