I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the Hollywood slaughter mill, churning out screenplays that would go unread on dusty metal shelves...
Except for Patrick, who somehow escaped seemingly unscathed, wiser and a far better writer than all of us bright young things put together.
madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the Hollywood slaughter mill, churning out screenplays that would go unread on dusty metal shelves...
Except for Patrick, who somehow escaped seemingly unscathed, wiser and a far better writer than all of us bright young things put together.