This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
“You think you want to know my story, but I promise you, you do not wanna know my story.
But I do.
Oh, you do? Really?
Yes.
Fine.
I was 15 years old, but I could pass for 18 'cause I was big for my age. I could go to bars and see live music.
An obscure band came to town.
There weren't more than seven of us in the audience,
but I was mesmerized, in particular by a song…
“You don’t like me cookin’?
Oh don’t be such an old bitch.
You’re drunk, you don’t know what yer talkin-
How could I possibly like the horseshit you fix us for supper?
Yer drunk, or ye wouldn’t be saying that!
Them tin kitchen shanty cooks gave us fried- yer drunk-donuts three times a day- yer drunk- and country ham- yer drunk- bigger than yer fist..
Yer drunk!
I'm drunk? I’m drunk?
Ye heard me.
You've been drunk since...
Damn ye.
Drunk…
AH HELL NAH😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
(Went eepy need to rewatch, woke up and immediately cried at ending)
