Solitude

You know, I really would like to just run away into a cabin in the forest and just live out my life without having to talk to these goddam phonies who only care about their favorite actors. I really would.

I just went on a date with this girl named Sally Hayes, and it was hell, I tell you. She went on and on about these Lunts, who were a family of actors that're supposedly the greatest things to ever walk the earth. I thought that they were okay, but they were so good that they knew they were good, and the fact that they knew they were good made them bad.

And so afterwards I was explaining to Sally this sort of fantasy that I have of running away and getting some cabin in the forest before I have to become a phony and carry a briefcase and answer phone calls and have my fingers on a BlackBerry and walk around with a goddam Bluetooth stuck in my ear all my life. She kept on thinking that I was yelling, but I wasn't. I really wasn't. She even seemed sort of scared. I don't really know why.

Well, I remember hearing in the news lately that this guy named J.D. Salinger basically did what I've always wished I could do; he wrote some book and then to get away from the goddam fame he moved into a cabin to write on his own peacefully. That actually sounds like it isn't that bad of an idea, you know? He died, though, but he was real old. So I think that, if I had any time to, I'd be able to do what he did. I really think it'd be great (or, as goddam Sally would say, grand). I mean, I don't think I'd get that lonely. People sort of bug me.