WHOOOOAAAAA BUDDY. Today’s the day.
Fast 8 is here and I’m in full gear. My heart is a souped up Acura and I’m about to smash that NOS button.
LET’S DO THIS
And yes, of course it will be emotional to go to a theatre and know I’m not going to see Paul Walker and that smile of his light up my screen. I’m not even close to over it — especially not after those Cali bros rightfully demanded a statue erected in his honor in San Clemente two weeks ago. How am I handling it? Um… not well would be one way to describe it. I’m handling it by getting drunk enough to numb the pain. And yes, Coronas only.