Red, Yellow and Blue
Tuesday
The weirdest phone call last night: some guy is talking to me, something about red?? The words didn’t make sense. In the back I heard a trumpet solo. Phone went dead.
Wednesday
I light another cigaret. The road is playing this abstract movie of vertical white lines. Focus! Let’s get lost on the radio. It’s 10pm and I am driving home. Exhausted.
Thursday
Not much to say about today, except for the grass, it turned blue. The first of May and it's still raining.
Friday
Coffee and cigarettes.
Saturday
Phone rings: „Hello? hello? hello? yellow... yellow... yellow! yellow!! yellow!!! yellow!!!! yellow!!!!!” Me: „A WHITE RABBIT STUFFED UP YOUR YELLOW ASS WILL MAKE IT RED FOR SURE!!!!! NOW FUCK OFF!” It is 6 am.
Sunday
I am feeling kind of blue. Woke up and painted the grass green. I wake up again.
Monday
A postcard showing a white painted flower, saying: „From Paris with Love”. I hate Mondays.
