We're sitting in Molson Park. Brooks and I, that is. It's November 30th and there's snow all around us. It's about 1:30. We're killing time before seeing La Vie d'Adele, a lesbo movie.
Brooks says “Look how small my boots are compared to yours. I'm half the man you are.”
I reply, “I'm not a man at all.”
“What do you mean you're not a man?”
“I can't perform my manly duties in a relationship.”
“You mean sexually?”
“No”
“You mean just in terms of having a relationship?”
“Yeah.”
“Is that why you have your obsession?”
“Yeah, to make up for it. And this is the point where I call you a liar.”
“About what?”
“About the question that I never asked.”
“What's that question?”
“Do you see her?”
“It's your obsession, not mine Ugo. I don't see anything.”
“My obsession takes good care of my accompagnateurs. She let's them think that they saw her. Seeing her
being an all important part of the process.”
“Do you believe us when we all tell you that this is part if your psychosis and it's not real?”
“My psychosis is pretty damn real to me.”
At this point we stop talking to go see lesbians making out. I end up leaving the theatre a bunch of times and a complaint is made. This ends up getting us kicked out of the movie theatre. So we got on the bus to go to Brooks' house.
At Bernard I said let's get off here and walk. Brooks said okay, is it because of your obsession. I said yeah. He said she's not real you know. That seems to be everyone's thought patterns. So I can't believe everyone is a liar so I guess she's not real which is kind of a hard pill to swallow, but she's taken away my love of children. I mean that everything that I love is supposed to give me pleasure but she brings me pains so why's she taking away my love of children, making me think that love is pain.
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