Strange, how I can drink all night and remain lucid yet three drinks during the day put me out of commission. Or maybe I just don’t realize how retarded I am when concentration isn’t a must. I knew I must’ve still been tipsy by the time I got home from work, or else I never would’ve gotten sucked into Gone Baby Gone, a flick I’d never ever watch in my right mind. Cops? Kidnapping? Boston? Not really my thing. I was just too lazy to change the channel.
But I’m glad I persevered because I was rewarded by a Casey Affleck emotionally driven barf scene after he discovers a dead, abused boy in a bathtub. I guess that qualifies as horrifying. I mean, I had to put something mildly gruesome up for Halloween.