If it wasn't for the title of New York, who would download this "bad movie" with a score of 6.4?
Rather than like the movie, I like the story, like the city of New York, and like the people in chaos in this city.
New Yorker can live so naturally, the first bite of food that a certain restaurant impresses your taste buds, the spirits before 3 pm, or the beer in the convenience store, glass after glass, the old man's drunken wedding speech. Flirting in the museum, whispering softly, others don't want to hear or understand. There are endless love and endless stories.
I can't believe that there are many people in this world. Their parents are university professors, writers, screenwriters, artists, actors... and your father is a publishing house owner, and your mother is an art critic. You have many choices in your future.
The new neighbor's old man's hair is completely white. He has been close to experiencing a whole life, loved, once, and he has quoted from others. He seems to know all things and all humanity.
I heard you talk about the melancholy of being broken in love, drink two glasses, smoke a cigarette, and then listen to you talk about the passion of wanting to be a father and a mistress. He is a writer, oh, a writer, a specialty of the city of New York. He moved downstairs to your house to write, exile, and find inspiration. He happens to be your biological father. Although absent, he pays far attention to your growth, quietly Polish your talents.
Fortunately, there is still love to do, father's mistress, sultry sister, if she really loves your father, why is she under your body. Is it a kind of young imagination, that is the young flesh and the flourishing sex of the old man.
It doesn't matter, these are all adventures in the journey, there may be guilt and sorry, but not now, I just want to feel at this moment.
The memorizing self may blame and regret the embarrassing things you have done, or you may be grateful for the boldness at that time, for creating such a wonderful memory, who knows. But the experienced self must experience it to have a later story.
Eventually, adults in New York will figure out how to get along with life.
——You still speaking to Johanna?
——No.
——You lying to me?
——Yeah.
?
I hope you can live as you want and go to his own rules.
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