This is one of the shirts that my sister helped me pick out at the Garment District. Its a Ben Sherman button down, mostly cotton. I used to own purple Ben Sherman sneakers. My sister picked them out for me, as well. She digs the Ben Sherman. My bro’s and I went to a matinée today and saw the Watchmen film. It’s three hours long and Mr. Manhattan is blue and naked; sometimes giant-sized, sometimes not. I am convinced that the Rorschach character is actually played by two-time NBA MVP Steve Nash.
“Dog carcass in alley this morning, tire tread on burst stomach. This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face.
The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown.:
The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout “Save Us!”…:
…and I’ll look down, and whisper, “Shaq Fu.”
The bro’s enjoyed the film, and its certainly worth the matinée price; two dollars an hour for solid film noir. I thought it could have ended 45 minutes before it did. When Mr. Manhattan’s crystal spaceship was pierced by human emotion and smashed into glassy fragments over the red plains of Mars, the wreckage formed a smiley face and I think the projector could have broke right then and no one would have been the wiser. But perhaps I drank too much water by then, and my bladder was of more pressing concern than tying up the loose ends of the story. The horned lynx named Bubastis who plays a supporting role in the ending continues to puzzle me.
Looking like spring there! The buds are on the trees, the buds are in the theater with you. You are on a higher plain, making moves in Southerly directions.