Crumb Page #2
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- Year:
- 1994
- 119 min
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their connection to eternity
or whatever you want to call it.
Modern music doesn't have
that calamitous loss.
People can't express themselves
that way anymore.
It was late 1948...
when I was five years old, we moved
to this section of Philadelphia.
This is this project that we lived in.
I can't remember which we lived in.
They all look the same.
Jesus. It's grim here.
Oh, my God! This is where
we went to the market.
There was a dime store
that sold toys there.
We used to buy candy and stuff
and comic books.
The three brothers, me, Charles
and Maxon, hung around together a lot.
We'd rummage for stuff in the dump.
One time Charles brought this thing
back from the dump.
It was this beautiful wooden truck.
Like an ice cream truck made of wood.
He wouldn't let me touch it.
He was spiteful that way.
So I made a big fuss,
and I told my mother.
She said, Charles,
let him play with that.
He said, Okay.
About 15 minutes later, he said,
Okay, you can play with it now.
I ran outside, and he had smashed it
to smithereens against the wall.
Charles, you read
any good books lately?
Yeah, I guess I have.
I don't know.
You seem to be recycling
a lot of these books.
What do you mean by recycling?
You read them 20 years ago.
Now you're reading them again.
I'm reading them again. Yeah.
I do that because
there's nothing else to do.
You've read them all.
You ever read anything new?
I haven't read Kant or Hegel.
- You have any interest in that stuff?
- Maybe I'll get around to reading them.
- You read any recent writers?
- Not really, no.
- Not interested in them?
- Most aren't that good or interesting.
They're not as interesting
as the Victorian writers...
of the late 19th century.
I always kind of envied your life
in a way.
My life has become so hectic.
Why? Because I was so detached
from the human race?
Is that one of the reasons
why you envy me?
This cloistered environment
with your books.
Believe me, it's nothing to envy.
Charles started this comic thing.
He was completely obsessed with comics
when we were kids...
and had absolutely no other
normal kid interest.
He wasn't interested in toys or games.
He didn't play sports.
He didn't do anything but read comics,
draw comics, think comics and talk them.
I like drawing, but I had other
drawing interests besides comics.
I liked to draw realistic scenes...
just pictures of buildings
and cars and stuff.
He wasn't interested in that at all.
It was only comics.
This is the earliest one that still
exists that I have. Charles drew this.
That's supposed to be me,
and that's him.
You made me feel absolutely worthless
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