Dave Eggers was always way more hat than cattle, but I had no idea so many people realized it. Fun stuff. It sucks when you're an orphan and shit, but jesus, did anybody even begin to read
You Shall Know Our Velocity without realizing immediately what a shallow hacky fake Eggers was. I mean, like Jonathan Safran Foeresque fatuous twaddle. Pure suck. Sad. Thanks, Trump.
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