When I was a chubby 9 year-old
I took my parent’s giant cell phone and strolled the beach, pretending I was Elijah Wood talking aloud to an imaginary person about what it was like shooting the “The Good Son.”
I took my parent’s giant cell phone and strolled the beach, pretending I was Elijah Wood talking aloud to an imaginary person about what it was like shooting the “The Good Son.”