And thus I pen the tentative end to another...
With a final kiss and a final cigarette it ends.[[MORE]] Tears well behind my half-lidded eyes, I reminisce about the first time I wept over it all. I knew it would not be the last time. Now, on a strangely cold summer’s eve, I knew not if I would ever feel that touch again, or touch that feeling that I had sitting just below the skin. I wanted to know I still had a friend through it...
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I’ve been crying less and less at movies recently, but I still teared up at the end of Paper Man. I have a new movie to add to my list of favorites.
I spent it driving a jeep wrangler with no roof or windows, and grilling on a pair of classic charcoal grills. I feel so manly.
The Seven Year Itch
Amazing. Richard Sherman, the original player. Meta Marilyn Monroe. Crazy imaginary sequences. Callbacks, the whole deal.