Los Angeles 2017
It started with an anonymous message request on Facebook. Hi. Hi. Do you remember me? I don’t know.
Paris 1992
I’m here in France drinking fucking and writing with little punctuation because I have delusions I’m the new Henry Miller and that I am going to burn the world down. Leaving the US was hard and and and yet it wasn’t hard I had to leave, leave behind the girl who loved to fuck me on the car trunk. For the three months before I did nothing but sell coke until I had $20,000 and then I booked a flight and knew I wouldn’t come back until I had burned the world down did I mention that I want to burn the world down.
Los Angeles 2017
I have a wife and two kids whom I love. I am fabulously rich. I’m more than a writer, I’m a brand. I have an agent to keep Hollywood at bay. I am nothing. I hate myself. Though not perhaps as much as you do. I want to die. Just not on the page.
Paris 1992
Open the door buy a baguette go home drink write fuck throw up. I feel my writing is coming on a lot as
I
Have
Now
Learned
You
Can
Write
Sentences
That
Just
Go
Down
The
Page
I go to the museum to look at paintings closer than all the other dumb fuck tourists because I am going to burn the world down. I meet a woman called Melanie and we fuck each other hard again and again and we are as one and then we aren’t. I then hang out with my friend Philippe who works as a garbage collector but is secretly extremely rich and will inherit the family business we get drunk throw up and pass out.
Los Angeles 2017
Have you worked out who I am yet, Jay? No but I love you.
Paris 1992
Write
Some
Words
Fuck
Cum
Cum inside
and then get drunk and throw my manuscript in the Seine. I go to a bar vomit all over a red-headed model and we fuck deeply intensely. I tell her I’m going to burn the world down she says don’t ever say you are in love with me we can only see each other when I say so goodbye. I get drunk buy 12 grammes of coke and pass out.
Los Angeles 2017
I burned the world down. And now I don’t know what to do with myself. I got famous. I wrote a book that sold tens of millions and people got upset because I made them think it was true when it wasn’t.
Paris 1992
I buy a baguette drink a gallon of whiskey throw up Philippe invites me to one of his hotels I go searching
Searching
Searching
For Katerina I find her we fuck seven times she agrees to come with me to the hotel we fuck 30 times a day. Don’t tell me you love me, she says. I won’t tell you I love you. I love you I think I may have accidentally fucked someone else in the toilets but that doesn’t really count as I was drunk.
Los Angeles 2017
When you’ve burned the world down all that’s left to do is to burn it down all over again.
Paris 1992
Buy a croissant write some words
Cross
Them
Out
Meet Katerina again. I love you I say neither do I she replies we are now going out. I am down to the last $30,000 of the $20,000 I brought with me so I buy her a necklace for $50,000 we are now boyfriend and girlfriend we do lots of drugs drink till we pass out. I come back one day to find her fucking someone else and I rush out the flat and get drunk take drugs pass out and fuck someone.
Los Angeles 2017
I need to see you one last time. Come to Zurich. OK, I guess the world burning can wait a few days.
Paris 1992
I pack my bags I am
Leaving
Paris
And
Going
Back
To the US to burn the world down there and write books that people will want to burn. Katerina begs me to stay I love you she says but you cheated on me I reply we cannot be together I am too deep for that. But I’m pregnant. No she’s not she’s lying says Melanie as she sucks me off while I vomit on her head.
Zurich 2017
Hello Writer Boy says Katerina. It is clear she is dying. I’ve always loved you and I’ve always loved you. She’s gaunt. I’m here to die but I want you to know I wasn’t lying when I said I was pregnant now leave the building and go and meet your daughter who will be sitting in the cafe at the end of the road provided she hasn’t burned it down.
Digested read, digested Don’t come again.
