THE WOLF IS OUT OF THE BAG|
(Philippe Sauvage, April 2004)
Now that, against all odds, I have nevertheless managed to reach the age of half-a-century (more like fourteen million centuries... in actual, yet "insane," truth), I reckon that I have really nothing left to lose by putting off, once and for all, all previous existential "masks," "disguises" and other "fronts" of mine... Certainly, by doing so, I may then look like some "sitting wolf" (not a duck, please...) to some, or/and a "good damn" candidate to the "straight jacket" for most. What is "great" though is that, at this very stage of my "life," I do not care "half a man's ass" about what anyone can think, "friends," "supporters" or "adversaries" just the same. Besides, I am not such an "easy game" to hunt nor a defenseless "crackpot" to internalize for many have already tried, without much success obviously. Indeed, by trying so, all they have achieved is to make me grow stronger, wiser and... fiercer than before. Therefore, if there are out there some more candid candidates ready further and farther to reinforce "The Beast," (how else could they label me, according to their pathetic sub-cultural models ?...) by trying once again to vaporize "It" -in its best "Orwellian" sense, of course-, I truthfully thank them in advance for such helpful contribution of theirs to my "cause."