Rach’s Reviews > Half His Age > Status Update

It began last night with a Target trip to pick up all-new toiletries. My bathroom cabinets are already overflowing with them but the importance of this dinner begs for new ones, shiny ones, better ones, like if the bottles are full, if the labels are intact, if the packaging is brand-new, then I will be too.

I glance at his nightstand—at his plate of pizza crusts that's been sitting out the past few times I've been here and his dog-eared copy of The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck, lying face up, like he's proud of reading it… and the trifecta of movie posters pinned up next to them: Scarface, Good-fellas, Pulp Fiction. The Holy Trinity. What is it about boys and these three movies? Always with these three movies.