RIP Walter Sobchak

wailing and rending of garments!

which was actually a few tears over a bottle of wine when he would have been curled up on my belly; some 'high life' spilled out for the dead homegirl over ironic country music at a hipster bar; and responding to the assertion that i could go to the five-and-dime down the street to get another python with: "it's only been dead for fifteen minutes. i need at least a half an hour."

Walter:

you'll never eat that school kid in the alley you wanted so badly, your party trick of trying to eat yourself was never too campy or overdone, and i finally forgive you for biting me in the back that one night.

montage!