Peckennedy

Every time I watch a film, I get closer to this intangible answer for which I have no question. I have no idea what that means, but I know its true. I put in a movie and something clicks, so this is leading somewhere. Last night I watched 'The Boys From Brazil' until about five in the morning, and when I was done I felt I was really close to figuring out what the hell I'm doing. Mayhaps it has to do with graduating, or mayhaps its because Gregory Peck is one of the few men ever born on this planet.


He and I have something in common. We fight evil. I went to great lengths to paint this picture of a mixture of myself and Mr. Peck fighting evil. In it, we have a cigar. Would you like to see it? I know you would. Those lines on our chest are pecs and abs. Amazingly detailed, yes. So what else is left?

Well as a fusion of Peck and myself, we need to find a job. Greg said he gets royalty checks, but I told him real men earn their money. He said "Man, you're awesome and always right" then quit talking. He decided I needed to quit drinking for 30 days, and center my life around a career. I said maybe. He said 'Yes' and arched an eyebrow. Crap indeed I bowed to his will. Who am I, stupid?

So yeah. Getting a real job. Nazi hunting for fun.

Reminders for class: Never leave college. Never ever. It's such a mistake.