after reading this and your criticism of there will be blood I am definitely a fan.

please review more films!

I have been confronted with the contents of the 3rd paragraph “… his long-held bitterness came out despite all that; he was just waiting for reasons to spit it out.” You’ve struck a chord, and I think you definitely have a point because that sentence defines my life.

back in the early to mid 1970’s, there was a well established, undocumented culture of acceptance of people that looked and/or acted weirdly.

i mean, of course, those great days of the proliferation of pot smoking in this country.

as an established anti-social, overweight, smart-aleck pariah in my age group, i was amazed that i was accepted as an equal in this highly diversified “group”.

the mere fact that you were a “cool” and not a “redneck” seemed to be the only criteria for acceptance.

i guess that the effects of the herb blurred the sight enough to make the other senses and nonverbal communication more acute. it didn’t matter what you looked like or acted like. i can remember some really strange types from all areas of the social spectrum — trailer-trash types partying side-by-side with country-clubbers — and everyone was welcome as long as you burned.

too bad that herb is soooo evil!

from your very own uncle haemich… would i lie to you?