#or at least the attention of the premiere literary salon of strange women and people who were obsessed with The Social Network

[marypsue]

“What is it? What’s happening to me? How do I stop it?” “I can’t name what you are now,” Chavez says, almost mournfully. “I tried to warn you all. I saw our paths ending in blood.” “Please, if there’s something, anything I can do -” But Chavez is already shaking his head, slow. He’s rising to his feet as he says, “It’s too late. The hunger will eat you whole.”

I watched (most of) Young Guns (1988) and got The Lost Boys (1987) brainrot all over it. In my defense, vampire cowboys.