I was at Chapters the other day listening to David Sedaris speak when i thought to myself, damn david you stole my ideas. Have you sent spys out on me to well spy on my whereabouts and riff on them. Like for example, he went on about a guy who, whereever he is, people always think he works there because of the clothes he is wearing- when in fact he does not. And I thought wow, that's so funny, just the othe night I was walking down St laurent blvd when i saw a guy dressed all in black standing outside a restaurant and i thought, do you work there? As it turned out he did not. well actually i wasn't sure. but i did think: does he or doesn't he? you never know. I wanted to know. it was important because i wanted to go back and ask him out. So i stood out there like a crazy person trying to see if he was sitting like a customer of serving like a waiter. He dissapeared. I think it was a trick. Anyways David went on about what a weird life that would be. and he's right , it would be a weird life. It's even weirder wondering whether a famous writer you really admire may be somehow telepathecally honing in on your experiences and writing about them in ways funnier than you ever possibly could. Now that's really weird.
Or like his riff on how he met a couple whose last names are Stork and Crane and what a great love story that is. Well funny but i know a former couple ( it might be me) whose last names are Friezen and Nhutty,; now there's an anxious love story. I'm anxious - I'll never be a David Sedaris, but at least I got to hear him speak.
It is really a weird life.
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