with : Jean-Christophe Petit, Laure Dottori
lighting creation and lighting engineering : Manon Lauriol
translation in english : Françoise Mancy

November 1991, I am a group leader; I meet a nice loony, well dressed, Marlborough-coffee man at the Café. He has seducing eyes, and is wearing a tight fitting coat. He is leaving with his mother, nearing 35.
He is telling about a business he is involved in ; within 5 years, he will drive a Porsche, and take me for a ride, since I am now his best friend, in return.
I buy the “business case” then sell a barrel of washing powder to my mother. I think I am a poor trader, too shy, without the gift of the gab. But they ask me to free meetings, to payable seminars; they tell me to believe in “the business”, but I am a black lamb and it all lasts for a month. I have not multiplied sells, and they tell me I must activate, to be “in-in”, not “in-out”, to wear shirts, and hair… Hair is not that profitable. My hair is the group leader’s style, so I turn back to group leading.

May 2005, I am now an actor. How to make friends is my show, a course of action, a delight, a blasphemy, and another silly trick. However, fuck, it is about a trading man’s life, a self-made man as we like them, a misogynist, a trade unionist Christ willing to politicize his circle and to colonize his neighbours (profitable friendship). Ready to fornicate with his Mary Mother. ‘”I tell you the truth do not be shy put that bread into your mouth”. Jesus cries verse three, one tear and up the arse paternoster.

Thank you P’Silo for welcoming my How to make friends and me, that brings me an artistic dimension into which I dread pure Catho Catholicism.

How to make friends is much indebted to Karttofeln, le Lam, l'Embobineuse, and my faithful partner the actress Laure Dotton ..
Thanks to Bernard Palmi. Postem Mortis.
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