I take pleasure in the details. a quarter pounder with cheese, those are good, the sky about ten minutes before it starts to rain, the moment where your laughter become a cackle. and i sit back and i smoke my camel straights and i ride my own melt.
That's all I have to say for now. I'll save the rest for rainy days.
I don’t know my craft! Every fucking movie, I feel like it’s my first. They have to put fucking pads in my armpits because I sweat so much that it drips down my wardrobe. Here’s what I worry about. When people are constantly adjusting your collar and your lapel and you just give in to it? It’s over. You’re no longer a human being. When you see an adult actor on set, they look infantilised. People are there to dress you. They bring you espressos and lattes and shit. It’s like arrested development. We’re all just little fucking runt kids. My taste (in movies) is like a sophisticated four-year-old. I wish I could say I watch European movies and shit, but I don’t. I watch [2008’s] Step Brothers more than any other fucking movie.