"Fuck me like a cop, not a lawyer!"--ibid.
"Did you know?... They're all crazy in New Jersey--cops... arrest... crooks!"--ibid.
Dreamed of getting into a big fight with Margaret and alienating a lot of people; a fugitive who became a legendary fighter and rebel in a war-torn world and posthumously became a god; trying to put up a poster of Ava Gardner on my wall; reflecting that compared to her sexy sophistication I felt like a little boy; the song "Try to Remember"; thinking I should sing Van Halen's "Jump" at karaoke.
Baked white bread.
Dinner was McDonald's.
Went to see the near-great movie American Gangster with the Movie Meetup group at the Empress Walk. It was intelligent and believable, with Denzel Washington and Russell Crowe in rare form. But Ridley Scott's direction was on the impersonal side, with a humourlessness that made me appreciate the truly great gangster movie Goodfellas. Also, the musical score was heavy-handed and relentless.
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