"Who's fighting you? Who even cares about you?" (Walter, pg. 87)
What a fun read! I love exploring literature where the main character is a verbally abusive drunkard that blows his mother's money. LOVE. IT! Actually, I just lied. I am not the type of person that enjoys reading about the miseries of others when there isn't a positive ending or moral to be learned. What did I learn from this? To gamble money that's not my own? To loose faith in God? To contemplate abortion? NO!!! How on earth people consider these modern plays good is beyond me! Maybe I'm just Shakespeare-biased, but I personally think that this modern stuff is terrible and we should all move to England. Chick-fil-A would come too, never fear.
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