Welcome to twenty-twenty-two, when everything’s going to change for you and all of your habits picked up through a lifetime of breaking this pact will surely change. I really don’t want to type words today and that’s exactly why I’m attempting to, so, be pre-warned, it’s an amateur hour from here on out.
I’ve been thinking about returning to editing my strange novel, so I’m going to rant about it here. The syntax is relentless, and it needs to be something that’s equally exciting to write about, any drafts of the novel released publicly are old. The pressure upon me to make something that fits between my idealistic levels of perfection is always horrible and it’s always a difficult process.
It’s such a good film that I’m not going to say much more about it, but if you look at it from a certain perspective, the humanity and alienated insight Truelove had from the very beginning toward his enemy’s life was the reason things seemed to have gone so bad in this movie.
I’m surprised they depicted the older brother of the victim so ruthlessly and that might be poetic justice. The irony is that the opposing criminal to the main antagonist became a snitch after being spared his life three times.