Last night, I watched “The Deer Hunter,” probably for
the third time. When Nicky, now insane from his guilt
of having survived, killed himself in a gambling den, I
had an outburst of tears. Though Mike is depicted too
much of a hero, the movie depicts the friendship I’ve
never felt or experienced in my entire life.
SHAME ON YOU, MARIA LESSIE FLORES. YOU ARE WANTED BY THE
POLICE. SURRENDER AND FACE JUSTICE. IF YOU HAVE TIME TO
ACCESS THIS BLOG, GO TO THE POLICE.
Alcohol intake record:
February 13 (Mon.) – 14 (Tue.): white wine
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