Monday

Monday ★★★

"Dear dad, dear mom, is this what it means to sell your soul to the devil?"

What's it mean to wake up with a severe memory gap? What's it mean to have the night of your life, only to forget all about it the morning after?

What's it mean to drink at a bar with the rest of the world's losers and deadbeats? What's it mean to chase your girl off with a poorly-timed joke of your experience at a wake (Wake? Cake? Apple juice!)? What's it mean to have the most hilarious palm reading of your life?

What's it mean to meet a super lady and take the happiest piss in the world after?

What's it mean to be a yakuza? What's it mean when you flirt unashamedly with the boss' moll on the dance floor?

What's it mean to be a hero? What's it mean to be an alcoholic? What's it mean to be a drunk? What's it mean to be a fugitive?

What's it mean to piece your memory back together? What's it mean when you don't like the picture the pieces are starting to make? What's it mean to fight back and try to change the image?

What's this movie even mean anymore?

Maybe only SABU knows.

Three things, however, are for certain:

1. Don't drink with a gangster.
2. It's funny, the things you remember about your life when you're staring at Death in the face.
3. It's totally okay to watch this on a Friday.

I still hate Mondays, though.