M (A True Story)
During the longest, hardest, coldest winter of my life I didn’t just imagine a better place, I invented one. I cut a country out of a piece of skin. I populated it (albeit sparsely) with Mexican wrestlers, mariachi bands, cacti and ghosts. I gave them a language, a religion (of sorts), rituals and hobbies. I gave them music to listen to (Ennio Morricone, Spade Cooley, Marty Robbins, Gram Parsons, the afore mentioned mariachi bands, etc.). I designed the geography and established a rudimentary economy (the usual colonial bullshit) based on addictive and semi-addictive substances (like milk, meat and leather). I designed the flag and I chose a national flower. I went there often.
BB 11/11/04