Well, you can knock me down,
Step in my face,
Slander my name
All over the place.
Do anything that you want to do, but uh-uh,
Honey, don’t talk shit about Johnny Depp!
And ponder the fact that you will NEVER be able to take down the ever-powerful John Christopher Depp II. Wanna know why? BECAUSE OF ME. BECAUSE OF US. As long as we’re alive on this fucking earth we will see EVERY.DAMN.ONE of his movies no matter how much you try to convince us otherwise because of the joy, excitement, emotion, and knowledge this man has brought us over the years. You will never win because of this incredible fandom this man has created with his talent, his heart, and his brain, and we are a HUGE NUMBER OF PEOPLE so until he retires we have the power to keep him employed. Just fucking ponder that for a second.
I wish I could write in this fucking thing without the fear of it being read or fucking published one day. Hell, I’m not that famous. Who the fuck cares anyway? I’ll probably be dead by then, so it won’t really matter. Unless my kids find this shit embarrassing … .
I wish I were in San Francisco, in the Sunset district. I remember going there once with G. I got so much sand in my shoes. He had a skateboard, and we were walking on the beach. I felt so much older than him, but part of me didn’t … . Boy, did I blow him off. I remember he was so poor, as poor as I used to be. He was so dirty. He was so sweet. I didn’t like him, though – not like that. Maybe for a minute, but it went away … Right now I wish I had a little apartment in San Francisco. I wish I wasn’t doing what I was doing. No, that’s wrong. I like doing what I’m doing – I just don’t like parts of it. Classic, huh? This sounds so classic: actors bitching and moaning about wanting to be like everybody else. But if they were, they’d just want to be movie stars. I can live how I want. That’s that. No one put this wall up. No one else knelt down around me and laid the bricks. I did it myself. That’s why I’m so exhausted. Or is it just jet lag?
I love this line in Tom Waits’ “San Diego Serenade”: “Never felt my heart strings till I nearly went insane.” I’m having a beer. Oh, fucking boy! Isn’t that exciting? It actually is, if you think about it. For me, at least. These are things I never do because I think too much. I think ahead. I think behind. I think sideways. I think it all. If it exists, I’ve fucking thought of it.