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Owen Wilson, …’cording to the media, got….seriously bummed not too long ago & tried to off himself.  Man, I hope he’s over that notion now.  I know there are those, dbis, who may think he’s just shit enough on or off screen to deserve a good bit o death, but, personally, I’ve always dug his approach to film.  If there’s a good niche to fill, well fckn fill it…& fill it well. 

 

With respects to Reg’s post several days ago, …looking forward to Darjeeling Limited. …Wes Anderson must have asked an awful lot from his actors during the shoot…to help send OW onto his next project with so depressive a state of consequential self-loathing.  Or maybe it had nothing to do with any of that.  …Life & death, yikes. 

 

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 Yesterday, drinking Killian’s with an ol’ friend on the screened porch after climbing down off the chimney we spent a good part of the day resurfacing (about half-way up), I got to thinking about my lost pal, Digs, & how fckd up it is that he’s gone to the earth.  Then, after mi amigo left for home to his (new makeshift) family (since he was so dumb-assed to have left his far more conceptually ideal family situation ~~ had he not been such a shit to them, not his words, hers…sigh, he could have been heading home to them), ....  [What the heck kind of sentence is that…sheez.]   Anyway…after he left (great fella, you’d like him), Shel joined me on the porch with a chilled amber bottle of excellent Riesling, & the sacred exhaustion from climbing & troweling having settled into afterwash, & watching our son walk by with his beautiful teen-aged girlfriend, & the sunshine & the breeze blowing through wind chimes in three keys, & Shelby’s smile & her ocean eyes got me high enough to feel just a nudge into the euphoric……..and then Digs, never a greater soul, came to mind again, ……..& the meaning wells…. 

 

All these years, …you never really get over it I suppose. 

 

Come-on, Owen, go swimming or something.  Today’s another day….

 

 

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