My roommates want to watch this movie all of the fucking time. In fact, they listen to the album. Every. Fucking. Day. I wish this was a joke. When the part says “…you’ll have to claw your way through this disguise…”, I feel the most connection with the album. Why? Because I have to claw my way through the disguise of enjoying the music. I used to like the music. I really did. I suppose these phases pass. It’s kind of like when you enjoy a cigarette. And your roommates enjoy cigarettes. Then next thing you know, you’re smoking a carton in an hour. Yeah, just like that.
