In: In Memoriam
17 Jul 2004I meant to do this sooner, but my memory is shot full of holes these days. I do remember that I fell in love with Marlon Brando when I was 13 during a re-showing of The Wild One, forever influencing my taste in men and most likely altering the course of my life.
It’s all Marlon’s fault.
I'm not really famous. In case you were wondering. But I tried. I once believed that fame makes you real - a perversion of "The Velveteen Rabbit" theme that love makes you real. Guess I equated fame with love. Sad. You can read more about that here.