My grandparents were never this interesting. I guess that’s a good thing? Maybe?

By the way, in a movie that features some pretty unbelievable things, I have the hardest time accepting that a single mom managed to find several thousand dollars in working camera equipment in a bang and dent bin. If ever there were a movie that justified the gimmick of filming with an iPhone, this was it. Oh well.

Here’s a poem.


Feeble hands tremble
Frail bones beneath skin like scrim
Pound upon death’s door