My Existential Quandary
What does one do when one invests a quarter century in being a good entertainer only to find that entertainment has become The Enemy?
Look at Albert- he's all like, "who cares, poosie? vere are ze hookers et ze nose candy s'il vous plait??"
Here's the Bobby Lightfoot Camus Drinking Game: every time Merseault kills an arab, you drink a bottle of turpentine.
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