|
by Fussbett 06/21/2005, 11:06pm PDT |
|
 |
|
 |
|
A co-worker at my latest gig says that her sister's boyfriend, an LA bartender wannabe actor, had to drive Quentin home from a bar where he gets drunk watching basketball on TV all day. Once home, Quentin begged him to come inside and drink. Despite vomiting on the mansion floor, he was able to talk a lot, mostly about how he's a horrible writer and director and everyone is better than him, and he wishes he was better.
Being a Tarantino fan, I liked that story because it's usually the good and unique types who think they're substandard. But if you hate the Tarantino, you're validated by the man himself. Something for everyone. |
|
 |
|
 |
|
|
|