Of course, I see late-90’s-early-00’s Brad Pitt wearing sunglasses (even into the rainstorm) playing the lead.
There were a ton of clouds rolling in as I drove home today. Very ominous. I had to switch out my sunglasses for my regular glasses right after crossing the Angelina River bridge from Lufkin to Nacogdoches.
It was weird though, I kind of felt like I was watching someone else driving from someplace else. .38 Special was on the classic rock station, and the whole thing felt like it could have been part of a kinda-dark action-comedy movie. Like the dude is driving into a serious rainstorm with the radio turned way up, on his way to go shoot someone and steal something, or something.
Like he’s gonna drive into town and park, realize the rain is pouring down, grab a newspaper and hold it over his head, run into the bank, shake off, and then hold the place up. And like, on his way out, he slips and falls on the wet sidewalk. Or something.
I don’t know. It was a very strange drive home.