Crazy, Insane, Perfect.
There’s only a few people I dream about switchin lives with. Steve McQueen is one of them.
Maybe the coolest mother fucker ever, even after the Sheryl Crow song and the bastardization of his image by his greedy estate, this cat walked away in the very heighth of his career, snatched up the hottest girl ever, Ali Mcgraw, and locked her away in Malibu, and fucked and screamed and fought and fell in love every single day and eventually drank himself right into the ground.
The idea I think this sounds perfect is probably the reason I don’t have a girl.