No, he's not dead, but he may as well be. He's paying to make his own movies now and just married a 20 year old woman, which means he'll be out of money precisely eight minutes from now. I can see the messy divorce from here. And his acting sucks shit too. It's all gone for KC. There's nothing to believe in...
... I believe in the throat, not the mouth; Whiskey over indoor heat; morning cocktails and breakfast at dinner; I believe in drive-in movies and fuckloads of butter on popcorn; I believe in growing a beard every other year and cooking beans under the stars and smelling like shit - but most of all, I believe Kevin Costner is going to be starring next to the Pet Shop Boys in his next movie that nobody sees.
The choices over here of English newspapers to read are pretty slim. Have to bike for twenty minutes to a place I can buy British newspapers like the Telegraph and Daily Mail, to get my fix. Not really that interested in the new Heathrow runway and the latest rugby controversies, so it's pretty much on-line news or notta. It's a little thing, but not having a paper to read just plain sucks ass.
Growing up, I didn't get why Barney and Fred were so close. Fred's a first class prick, always pulling some scheme and Barney's the salt of the earth. It didn't make sense to me. It didn't add up.
So young then. So naive. Took a while, but now it's clear as can be. Barney uses Fred even more than the other way around. Fred gets in all the shit, while Barney just sits there like a fucking saint.
Strange that such a mature actor. whatever the hell his name is, had such an isolated career. What did he do, Croc Dundee and a few Foster's ads? Had his fifteen minutes pretty late, which might be the right way to do it. Better than being famous as a kid.
