A PLACE FOR MY STUFF
This is my office, over here. Let's face it, if this is my job,
this must be my office.Looks like an office to me. Got me a little
desk here. Kinda nice desk. And a chair. The chair goes with the
desk, of course. You can sit on the chair, at the desk, if you like,
making them a set. Or you can use the chair as an occasional piece.
Which is nice to have in the office, I always say. Oh yeah.
Actually this is just a place for my stuff, ya know? That's all, a
little place for my stuff. That's all I want, that's all you need
in life, is a little place for your stuff, ya know? I can see it on
your table, everybody's got a little place for their stuff. This
is my stuff, that's your stuff, that'll be his stuff over there.
That's all you need in life, a little place for your stuff. That's
all your house is: a place to keep your stuff. If you didn't have
so much stuff, you wouldn't need a house. You could just walk
around all the time. A house is just a pile of stuff with a cover
on it. You can see that when you're taking off in an airplane. You
look down, you see everybody's got a little pile of stuff. All the
little piles of stuff.
And when you leave your house, you gotta lock it up. Wouldn't
want somebody to come by and take some of your stuff. They always
take the good stuff. They never bother with that crap you're
saving. All they want is the shiny stuff. That's what your house
is, a place to keep your stuff while you go out and get...more
stuff! Sometimes you gotta move, gotta get a bigger house. Why?
No room for your stuff anymore.
Did you ever notice when you go to somebody else's house, you
never quite feel a hundred percent at home? You know why? No
room for your stuff. Somebody else's stuff is all over the goddamn
place! And if you stay overnight, unexpectedly, they give you a
little bedroom to sleep in. Bedroom they haven't used in about
eleven years. Someone died in it, eleven years ago. And they
haven't moved any of his stuff! Right next to the bed there's
usually a dresser or a bureau of some kind, and there's NO ROOM
for your stuff on it. Somebody else's shit is on the dresser.
Have you noticed that their stuff is shit and your shit is stuff?
God! And you say, "Get that shit offa there and let me put my stuff
down!"
Sometimes you leave your house to go on vacation. And you gotta
take some of your stuff with you. Gotta take about two big
suitcases full of stuff, when you go on vacation. You gotta take a
smaller version of your house. It's the second version of your
stuff. And you're gonna fly all the way to Honolulu. Gonna go
across the continent, across half an ocean to Honolulu. You get
down to the hotel room in Honolulu and you open up your suitcase
and you put away all your stuff. "Here's a place here, put a
little bit of stuff there, put some stuff here, put some stuff--you
put your stuff there, I'll put some stuff--here's another place for
stuff, look at this, I'll put some stuff here..." And even though
you're far away from home, you start to get used to it, you start
to feel okay, because after all, you do have some of your stuff
with you.
That's when your friend calls up from Maui, and says, "Hey, why
don'tchya come over to Maui for the weekend and spend a couple of
nights over here." Oh, no! Now what do I pack? Right, you've
gotta pack an even SMALLER version of your stuff. The third version
of your house. Just enough stuff to take to Maui for a coupla
days. You get over to Maui--I mean you're really getting extended
now, when you think about it. You got stuff ALL the way back on
the mainland, you got stuff on another island, you got stuff on
this island. I mean, supply lines are getting longer and harder
to maintain.
You get over to your friend's house on Maui and he gives you a
little place to sleep, a little bed right next to his windowsill
or something. You put some of your stuff up there. You put your
stuff up there. You got your Visine, you got your nail clippers,
and you put everything up. It takes about an hour and a half, but
after a while you finally feel okay, say, "All right, I got my
nail clippers, I must be okay."
That's when your friend says, "Aaaaay, I think tonight we'll go
over the other side of the island, visit a pal of mine and maybe
stay over."Aww, no. NOW what do you pack? Right--you gotta pack
an even SMALLER version of your stuff. The fourth version of your
house. Only the stuff you know you're gonna need. Money, keys,
comb, wallet, lighter, hanky, pen, smokes, rubber and change.
Well, only the stuff you HOPE you're gonna need.