- Your goddamn mailbox is full! Hear you are at Sherman Oaks.
- Safe is best!
- I’m drowning in self doubt and depression. And pure rage.
- I’m just not digging it. Every minute like an agonized eternity. F*ck.
An agonized eternity… Please don’t tell me Mel is going to mope around his house and try to cut his wrists for attention. If Radar releases terrible and depressing “blow me” poetry tomorrow, I might kill myself. With laughter.
I ran the gamut of Mel Gibson pictures so you’re stuck with that horrible Photoshop.