Tonight, I bought a large bottle of Heineken with one dollar given
by my brother, forty cents from my mom, a pile of pennies mixed with
half-burnt weed, and a dollar generously offered by a nice, rather
slim, hispanic woman who works at 7-eleven.
after note: I'm watching Branagh's "Hamlet." Though the bleach-haired
Branagh is sometimes guilty of being a drama queen in said movie, he
also often reaches the peaks of dramatic excellence. You see, from a
very early age, I have buried myself in the literature of Europe. On
how many afternoons did I read myself to head-ache, immersed in "The
Fairy Tales Grimm" or "The Man In the Iron Mask." And to watch Hamlet
is just reward for it. The play is a bachanal of literary thought. Many
people would say that Shakespeare wrote many masterpieces. But I say
that Shakespeare wrote many excellent plays but only one masterpiece:
"Hamlet." In this play, named after his dead son, Shakespeare takes us
on a magic carpet ride through heaven.