Yo, so I met my buddy Marx through my buddy mad guitar Murphy. Now this Murphy was telling me a few years ago his godfather has been invited to Obama's white house for a big gala event there. This is because Murphy's parents and godparents are friends with some crazy american colonel from the military. I would have mentioned on my blog one time an American colonel and his wife and two kids (one if whom was my bff) flew over to Paris one time on a military plane and we had a meal together in Paris. Murphy never introduced me to his fancy american buddies and neither did I introduce him to my bff's youngest brother who later spent a year in Australia in Sydney at university.
So Murphy and I are like an old married couple, to use his mom's expression. And originally before Murphy's sister went gay and was dating guys, she was friends with Marx. Then Murphy became friends with him, and like that myself. Murphy's father was also acquaintanted with him and my brother met him however Marx never took an interest in my family in the fascinated circus car wreck entertaining way other acquaintances of mine did. This was one of the things I liked about him, unlike a lot of Australians, he's not just going to be your buddy so as have a laugh at your misfortune.
Anyway I'll start focusing in on our relationship say in early 1998. We had become roommates and I had just gone into filmschool. My sister Raquel had just spent 1996 sorting out Singapore's customer service business for Microsoft. She was the manager. Then 1997 in Malaysia doing the same. She returned to Sydney, no doubt culture shocked and chose to stay at my run down student share house at 471 Cleveland street. An unusual choice but perhaps as she had only planned to stay briefly she wanted some family catch up time. Of course she was welcome as we had an affectionate and loving relationship, really the only pleasant relationship in my immediate family. In my own family, it has already become clear that my youngest child Zara is the one member of the family most likely to get along with me. Although my son Alex is also very likeable but as he's a boy less friendly. Also this Zara has a joi de vivre which really makes me pause before acting like a gorilla.
This brings me back to Marx. He moved in when Raquel moved out. I was super chummy with the folks at the bat and ball hotel next door like Franklin 2.0 or whoever and my roommates never entered those circles of acquaintanceship. Still one day, as mentioned, I started making a film with Franklin 2.0 and the extremely gay cook Keith. I decided to put Marx in my film but just shoot him at home and I experimented putting the camera on a shopping trolley. Even though I was already new at school, it wouldn't be long before the lesbian lecturers would have their knives out for cancel culture as they didn't like my personality one bit.
As my own father's personality was gorilla like, often just sitting in front of tv and yelling abuse at it, I decided to get my roommate Marx to play this similar kind of roll. So I went next door to the service station and got the Indian guy there to put on an OM t shirt and say his lines. Then my buddy Marx would be watching that like on his tv in our crib next door. (The petrol station is between 471 Cleveland and the bat and ball hotel).
Anyway so that was Marx for you, I could steal his rent money AND wake him up from deep sleep to make a dopey student film. And he'd kind of be ok with that. I mean I was a real asshole in those days, I'd probably enjoy watching the 9/11 terrorist attacks in Virginia, I mean I did. So you know, it's like I was an asshole. I tried suggesting to my old married couple buddy Murphy last time I saw him a few weeks ago that I wasn't an asshole but he had this look on his face like he could never believe that but was trying to look sympathetic anyway.
Anyway me and Marx fell out somewhat because around ten years ago we were kicking it at his place when he left to make a sandwich. I got onto his Facebook and uploaded a picture of Ricky Martin and wrote: guess what everyone, I'm gay, I want everyone to know. It was like the time I found the password for the sophomore year scrapbook yearbook thing and changed my two buddies recollections to say extremely self deprecating things. Very humorous for me but very upsetting for my fragile egoed froounds [sic]. Last time I kicked it with Murphy's sisters, and his parents, the sisters thought my Facebook prank was hilarious.
At first mad guitar Murphy did too but then he thought it was mean. Anyway Marx tried pretending he wasn't upset about my prank but he was. We had some ok times before that prank, and after I'd returned from Bulgaria. But it was kinda weird. Like one time I convinced Marx and my Mrs to go celebrate Xmas with some heroine junky prostitutes. This is something I'm the only person I know that would do that. I mean I wouldn't even do that anymore but that's the kind of person I was in those days. My half american buddy Christine and her half american buddy Rob had both become heroine junkies and prostitute in the case of Christine and her junky ho buddies. This is how my buddy Marx felt relaxed to confide his mother was a heroine junky at one point. His mom is really a loser from what I can gather, I talked to her on the phone some months ago asking about her and her son and their relocation to South Australia and she seemed to be proud to say her son had no buddies.
Another time some raggedy kid got on my bus near Newtown in Sydney and he looked like the kind of pseudo Marxist raggedy looking kids I'd seen Marx socializing with at city bar (on Harris street opposite my aforementioned alma mater) while driving my taxi by on a busy weekend some years earlier. I asked the kid when he got on the bus, you look like you'd know my buddy so and so. Oh yes! I just returned from South Australia visiting him. What a coincidence right?
Well I don't know if mad guitar Murphy took offense when I mentioned Marx's description of his family as 'an abomination' or it was the chewing gum Marx had left stuck to his apartment spare room floor that set mad guitar Murphy against Marx, but after that he seemed to detest him, referring to him as a scumbag. Strange to say, this Marx had such a low opinion of himself, in terns of self esteem, he actually described his own self as a scumbag. But I've never known him to feel sorry for himself or play the victim and he always seemed somewhat Aristotlian in his own sagacity in that respect. I mean shoot, one time I couldn't believe I sat down in his crib on Franklin crescent in the Druitt to watch a movie with him and his two freaky autistic brothers and the couch was so soaked in cat fur and cat piss, it was astounding anyone would want to sit like that. I mean wow. Wow.
This mad guitar Murphy is positively Confucian in his steadfast loyalty to family. Some of the hardest words I've ever had to deal with came out of his alcoholic, pain killer addicted LSD popping mouth:
'i used to respect how you managed your family'...
The inference was that somehow my managing of my family was no longer up to par. Many times old mad guitar Murphy, has said very harsh words towards me. I guess he's happy to be rid of me since I probably make him feel like a loser. He seems to be able to play the victim never-endingly and dismiss any kind of self responsibility as ineffective due to "not being strong".
This is mad guitar Murphy I'm talking about, not Marx. Marx was not given to continually lecturing and chiding others. He might make one disparaging remark like Murphy's family is an abomination, and leave it at that (not a very nice thing to say).
I have to say, with regard to the real Marx, I haven't read his works except where he presciently and correctly predicts the scepter of socialism looming over Europe. I'll have to research more.
My buddy nicknamed Marx actually wrote and self published a book which I proofread and it was fairly entertaining. He's also written some fairly good music. He never dated and is probably shy of women, has extremely bad unkept, somewhat rotten teeth, orklike really. I mean if Joe Biden doesn't remind you of Sarumen becoming obsessed with Sauron (Xi Jumping) then I don't know what does, but my buddy Marx's teeth are just like the sarumans orcs teeth. Appalachian.
And just to be clear, as I mentioned stealing rent money from a bunch of my roomies at 471 Cleveland street, do I feel remorseful:
Consider Mr Madison:
https://youtu.be/ylzU00yunzY
The problem is gum:
https://youtu.be/YGeFi3Ap61E
Oh yeah Mario Cuomo is a dumb fuggen shlut, he needs to quit and join the circus, mark X here if you agree....
Xx. X
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