OF COURSE I WAS WATTS FROM SOME KIND OF WONDERFUL. WHO THE FUCK ELSE WOULD I BE?
"The only things I care about in this goddamn life are me and my drums and you."
I don't even know how many times I watched that film as a teenager, although it was enough that I can recite it line by line. And it's funny how much someone's opinion of that film and its characters can uncannily predict how well I'll get along with someone: If you related hard to Watts, you're probably going to get me. If you hated Amanda Jones, we're probably not going to be friends. (Because Amanda Jones was cool as hell, too, dammit.)
Anyway! Let's all put on our fingerless leather gloves and angry-play our drums!
Unless you're Sloane Peterson. Or Baby Houseman. Or Claire Standish. All of whom also rule, in their own inimitable ways. Obviously.
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