On a Drunken Night Once drunk, life happens By Roland Michel Tremblay
[email protected] www.crownedanarchist.com Life is very simple. You drink too much late at night whilst having just finished writing your last novel, and instead of starting a new one, you waste precious time listening and watching the people you admire most, and to write to them instead of creating your own stuff. Well, if I am crazy enough to write a full book to one of my icons, I am certainly crazy enough to put it online. So here it is, RM's Letters to Mycroft 2 (not his real name, of course), one of the most important French singers, in perhaps the most influential French band of all times. Though all my letters have been sent to him, there's no guarantee he has ever read them or ever will. The introduction is in French, but you can jump over it and start reading the letters which are in English except one. I am not even certain if he understands English, but who cares? These letters are written as much for myself than they are for him, since I always assume that none of them will ever reach him. I am not telling you who it is that I am writing to, simply because the interest of these letters is more an exploration of my own psyche once completely drunk. It is innocent, naïve, raw and genuine. And so it is charming to see myself like that, when in reality I am so different than this person talking here.