A whiff of Boogie Nights
Sarcastro riffs on Barry’s Cherries. He says:
I’m a fan of Todd’s stuff. He doesn’t fall into the trap (thus far) of turning his protaganists into his alter-ego. Unless, of course, his alter-ego is a fifty-something, portly, balding, straight-to-video film director.
Thanks, Sarcastro. Those Thickburger® coupons I promised are in the mail.