I love recluses. Especially ones that are wildly successful, then take off without any explanation and now successfully hide from everyone, even Kevin Smith. I myself would probably hide from Kevin Smith. This is my goal in life. Be successful enough to make some money, then flee and live quietly and simply--far away from everyone. Although I definitely do not want to be in the Chicago suburbs. Maybe Prince Edward Island. I wish I could convince John Hughes to be my friend. We could drink Shirley Temples together and trade tortoiseshell glasses. Click below for LA Times story:
Thursday, March 27, 2008
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