Look. I don’t know why you keep bringing me in for questioning. I’ve already told you where I was on that day. I was having brunch, celebrating the birthday of my buddy Pete D. Clutter. We were eating slow-roasted pork belly with kale pesto and I was telling Petey about this new home skincare remedy that works miracles-- Okay. Fine! You got me. I’ll talk about the heist. But I swear that I never met Keyser Soze. I don’t even think that he exists. So it’s late night and I get a text telling me to go to this one address . I walk into this room. Small room. Very cramped. But thanks to some simple décor hacks they opened it up by utilizing negative space. And waiting in said space are three other crooks. One guy was a crafty son of a bitch. Could break into any building. Dario Ignacio Yontez. We called him “DIY.” Keaton was a born leader. Always trying to make the people around him better. Had all of these sayings like “Do small th
Over-caffeinated and underpaid. Go America. Go Dodgers.