Am I Supposed to Be Excited About This?
John Favreau woke up this morning certain he'd made a disastrous decision. His mouth felt like dried and tanned leather His own pulse, a staccato of agony every time his heart beat. When he opened his eyes it felt like someone had stabbed through the socket with icicles that through to the back of his skull. None of that bothered him really. He'd had hangovers before.What scared him to the core of being was that he felt a heavy weight resting on his arm."Oh no,...