It was 10:35pm Saturday when I pressed play. Thirty seconds of darkness later, it's 5:40pm Thursday. An overdubbed voice declares that someone's son is alive, and that's fine, but someone else's son is dead. I soon learn that I'm in the company of Rick & Mike. I don't know which is which -- they both have mustaches, Harley-Davidson shirts and shotguns -- but they are ready, motherfucker. "BORN ready, son." And before I even get a chance to really meet them, they're out the door to go see Angelo and get them some payback. A Solar Quest arcade machine sits unplayed and an aspiring young rapper goes unheard.
|Oh, that's just super|
|First date jitters|
|I promise this is from the same movie|
|Nappin' and cappin'|