You’re not slowing down, but luckily the light changes green just as you throw the car into second and floor it. The engine responds. You crank the wheel to the right giving a faint squeal of tire protest as they grip the turn. Tonight you’re being chased by a gang of evil hit men in a shiny, black SUV. Traffic protectively surrounds the car as you skillfully weave in and out of it on the dark side streets.
I just finished the GQ Magazine article with Brad Pitt (because who wouldn’t?) about his divorce, finding himself and becoming a better man. OK, Eddie Vedder. The magazine took him to multiple national parks in California for the photo shoot, where Pitt apparently frolicked with the land and talked matcha tea during his “weird” time. Well I’m having a weird time, too. And I, too, am asking question of the futile world – which I think is OK. I see why GQ chose to bring our beloved Pitt to the wilderness (The Everglades, White Sands