It’s been a long fucking time.
Because life is hard.
And I’ve been watching the same three Pink Panther movies over and over.
Just to get by.
But recently, God has brought me love.
Can you believe it?
Well, hardly neither can I.
So I should start by saying that I saw Sicario: Day of the Soldado IN A MOVIE THEATER!
What a concept.
It’s been at least a couple of years since I ventured into the thrall of urban sprawl to freeze my tits off in a cinemaplex.
But God bless the Alamo Draft House.
It’s the little things that matter.
The Clint Eastwood “Don’t Do Crack” PSA.
The Mexican teen beat (?) videos.
All kinds of kooky pre-film festivities which whet the intellectual appetite and let you know that you are in a place which at least marginally cares.