the book is a comforting winding surfy 420 haze and I think the movie is decent too
(staying on this thread because this is also my fave genre of book and I need more)
Itβs fun and wacky and feels like living inside the movie. And itβs full of SoCal wish-fulfillment. (And unlike some Pynchon itβs never a grind to read.)
I am @ looking-thru-office-window age... Used to cringe & see it as a very boring adult tendency to stare at nothing, but I totally get it now... There is so much to see out there. Brain is off.
preaching to the e-choir here I'm sure... but now that brat's out... and it's deliveredddd.... do my friends really have any excuses left for their horrid behavior not wanting to go to the sweat tour with me? (help)
