Clean. All my life, I've wanted to be clean. There's always dirt. Always.
I bet you think you're clean. You're not. You've touched money, since your last shower, haven't you?
No-one is clean; we make the dirt, too. Dust: it's dead skin cells. Dust to dust – pretty much sums it up, hmm?
I shave. Smooth skin is cleaner – especially in the folds: the dirty places. You'll know I've lost it if you see me with a beard, and long fingernails. Damn' that black crescent. Women look at fingers first, they sure do. Jane did, and Ava.
Good hotels, the kind where they service the rooms twice a day: that helps, even in Acapulco.
People ask me about the Banana Nut ice cream: yeah well, I found a hair, a goddamn' hair - right there on top of the tub. Free Baskin Robbins at the Desert Inn. Gambling money's the dirtiest.
I bet it's clean at the Poles. You can see it is: Rock Hudson never looked so clean as in Ice Station Zebra. It wasn't 150 times: that was a lie, I fired the guy that spread it. I watched that film 137 times and that's a prime number.
Anyway, take care. No, I won't shake hands, thanks.

Comments
Bradene | January 22, 2009 - 18:20
This surely has to be Howard Hughes you've written about. Good piece. Val
animan | January 22, 2009 - 19:08
Hmmm, yeah, but no dirt, no immunity, so I'm told. Clean as a spiggot, meself, of course! What's a spiggot? Search me!
chuck | January 22, 2009 - 19:35
I heard Howard used to pick his nose when nobody was watching.
Jasper_Milvain | January 22, 2009 - 22:01
I liked this too. You have something uniquely interesting in your style.
QueenElf | January 23, 2009 - 17:49
I wish I could put things so simply and yet make it sound so complex. Loved it, as usual.