Proof
okay, proof, if proof be need be, that american suburbia is way beyond anything that heathers and/or david lynch can throw at a cinema screen.
if you can be bothered slogging through all the mad-assed accusations and counter accusations and hate mail and slander and lies and coke dealing, it’s worth it, just for a snapshot of how mad life in a gated estate surrounded by investment bankers and lawyers will send you.
the hate mail, though, reminds me of hancock’s half hour, the poison pen letters episode in particular…
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