Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Leila once spotted him at a coffee shop in Brooklyn. She didn't recognize him at first, just thought she was watching a ridiculously good-looking guy making faces at a baby seated at the table across from him.

I feel selfishly relieved that his death was most likely accidental. If he succeeds in making one of the most cartoonishly morbid characters in film history his own, it won't be awkward or nauseating, just tragic.

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