I haven’t read Hemingway or Faulkner or Melville or Chekhov or Dostoevsky or Austen or Dickens but last night I made it a priority to finally see Point Break because it was urgent that I fill this embarrassing gap in my knowledge of the world. And it was, indeed, 100% pure adrenaline. Next up: Road House.
How I Know I’m Not a Writer
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