David Lynch: The Art Life Page #4

'Cause I explained to him,

you know, what it was.

And he said to my father...

He said, "I don't wanna interfere

with any of your business,

but I would like to let you know

that every day,

David comes down here and is painting.

He's not goofing around.

And I wish my son

had something that he loved to do

and, you know, was working like this.

I just think it's important that you know

he's real serious about this

and he's really working."

And so this went a long way with my dad.

And I think after that,

I could come home any time I wanted,

and it was totally cool.

You really couldn't ask

for a better father.

He didn't have

any kind of deviousness in him.

He was really pure

and he was super fair,

just naturally honest and fair.

Whenever I wanted anything,

his first thing was,

"meet me halfway."

I'd have to do something,

and he would do something.

And I just, um, saw that

as a super good, you know, thing.

I would be able to get

what I wanted with his help,

but I had to do something too.

Are you ready?

Oh, sh*t.

Oh, f***.

Oh, you motherf***er.

In the tenth grade,

the sunshine starts coming back.

Then I made a whole bunch

of different friends,

and that started a good turn.

Now, all those new friends,

we would go into DC all the time,

but it wasn't the same dark vibe,

so I still was living,

like, maybe three lives now

because I had those friends

and I would do stuff with them,

I had my home life

and would do stuff there,

and then I had the, uh, studio.

So you act and speak and think one way

in this environment,

then you act and speak and think

in this other environment totally different.

And then another way of acting

and speaking and thinking in the other one.

For instance, my girlfriend,

who was a beautiful, wholesome,

wonderful person,

I never brought her home.

I never brought any friends home,

if I could help it.

And I kept things very separate.

And I did not want my parents

to go to my graduation,

but they went anyway.

I just, um, was afraid

of what would come out

if everybody got together.

For some reason,

I always liked the idea

of going to Boston.

And it just sounded

like, uh, a good place.

And my father helped me

move everything in,

and then he took me to the supermarket,

and we stocked up on a lot of stuff

and brought it back to the apartment.

And then I walked out with my dad

and said good-bye to him on the street

and watched him drive off.

Then I went back in my apartment.

And I never left.

It was two weeks before school.

I had a transistor radio,

so I sometimes listened to music,

but I ended up sitting in a chair.

And the only time I got out of the chair

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