I cant tell you enough how hard this has been for me. Im not there yet, by any means, but believe me, I will get there. I really believe that. Ive worked so hard. And I didnt go through any of the so-called proper channels. I did it on my own from the ground up. And Ive been hammered for what I do too. All sorts of obstacles shoved in my path, heaps of times Ive had to give up and start again. But its too late now to go back and do it different. This is it.
This is how it all began. My parents, bless em, are very hardworking folks. Theyre from good old fashioned migrant stock, and working is the only way they know. All their lives they worked. They worked to make a home, they worked to fill it with kids, they worked to feed us when we came along, and when we moved out, they worked cos they didnt know what else to do. Its not their fault I turned out like I am, but youve got to admit it, there must be some sort of a connection. My brothers, at least some of them, followed in their footsteps, and turned out to be reliable upstanding citizens. Sometimes when we all get together, we laugh about it, imagining me as a baby. There I am, not five minutes out of the womb, I look around left and right and go Bloody Hell, there must be more to life than this! Hah, imagine that, ungrateful little cunt.
The funny thing is, although I dropped out as early as I could, what have I been doing since? Working. Just working. Working really hard actually. And you know the difference? When my dad used to get home from work, even if hed done a few hours extra of overtime, he would stop, he could turn off, he could sit down on the couch and turn on his black and white TV hed paid for with his own money and just sink into that couch and switch off. Me, on the other hand, my whole life is work, even though most of the time it doesnt look like it from the outside, but Im never not really working. So I fucked up big time there. I thought I was being Mr Clever. I thought I was escaping my dads work ethic trap, but actually Ive just expanded it to fill every single goddamn hour of the day. Theres a lesson in there. Ha ha, thats ironic: a lesson, coming from me.
Seriously though, I know I work too much, and I know I cant really relax or anything, but I do think I am the best at what I do. Sometimes Im sure I must bore people with it, harping on all the time about how good I am. But its true. Theres no-one comes close. Some of the guys work really hard, but theyve got no good ideas or they just rehash other peoples but not as good, and some others have talent but they just fart around and never really put anything out there, but no-one is combining talent and hard work like I am. And people seem to like hearing me talk about myself. Which is lucky, cos I do it a lot, as I said, ha ha. Funny old world, eh? Anyway, its not as if anyone else is going to come along and say, Hey, cmon, listen to me, check it out, this guys great, let me tell you all about him, or anything. Thatd probably freak me out if it happened anyway. So my methods a bit flawed there isnt it, I probably couldnt handle someone singing my praises even if they did, but anyway its all academic until it happens so there you have it, the reason why I have to keep saying how good I am. And as I said, its not as if I havent worked hard for it.
Let me tell you though, Ive got myself into a bit of a bind. Up til now, I really traded on this idea I was telling you about before, my first idea from just out of the womb, you know, fuck the nine to five, never gonna settle down, get trapped, all that, and it looked good. Its worked pretty well. Everybody still buys it. Shit, they love it, I live it so they dont have to, even though actually Im probably working harder than them, but they dont know that. They just see the way it all looks from the outside and it means they can look at my life and say yeah man, theres hope for us yet, we can get out of this hell hole, when were ready, as soon as we finish peeling these potatoes or whatever, well join you man, we really will. But in the meantime, here I am, where they reckon they wanna be. But theyll never get here, they dont have what it takes, and good thing too, its lonely here. Sometimes I just wanna peel potatoes.
See, the thing no-one realises is that Im actually quite traditional. Like everyone else, I just want love. Good old fashioned Love. You know, holding hands, on the beach, going to the movies, bunch of flowers, all the clichés rolled out one after the other until I disappear in a cloud of em so you never even remember you ever heard of me. Im not talking about Love, you know the hard sharp-edge short-time kind, but Love, the wrap-around version, like I wrap you in me and you wrap me in you and we just, just disappear into each other. Thatd be cool. But when I tell people thats what I want they laugh at me and dont believe me, they think Im taking the piss. So Ive never quite gotten there yet. But thats what I want, I reckon.