I watched 12 MONKEYS last night, hadn't seen it in about a decade. It was a great film for me, because in 1996 there were few pain medications that worked well, it was the middle of a brutal winter, and I WAS F#CKING INSANE. So many scenes in the movie seemed like flashbacks. The crazy person with no teeth on the street by the building with the pig in front. Under the elevated tracks, even. The stuff of my dreams, because my nightmares are worse. I unwittingly found a better photo, from the scene I just described, that I could match up with my Wayne/Willis lookalike. Oh and Frank Gorshin is in the movie. For every Gorshin there is a Kurt Russell, for every Abe Vigoda a Bobby the Mitch. I still hurt, but damn it all, at least I'm well past thinking I'm stuck in a dream where waking up is like clawing your way out of the earth itself...Wayne
