I’m sitting on my couch watching Renoir’s “The Rules of the Game” wearing a Bayside High t-shirt. When I’m done with the flick, I’m probably gonna plow through this week’s “Real Housewives of Orange County”. If I’m still awake? A couple of chapters of “My Lunches: Conversations Between Henry Jaglom and Orson Welles”.
I doubt I could craft a more typical night. My weird little insular life, always a strange amalgamation of high and low.