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The Road Less Traveled?



Joshua Jackson once again killed my dreams.

The first time JJ did it was in middle school. He promised me high school would be filled with melodrama, Katie Holmes climbing through my window, and rowboats. In reality it was mostly fights with my parents and crashing my '92 Dodge Caravan (hence fights).

A few years later, Josh made me strive for an Ivy League education so I could meet babes from episodes of 'The Blue' and get fancy watches for being sickies. Reality: Social dues and elephant walks*.

This time, with one simple trailer, Joshua Jackson has ruined everything I believe in. Like I mentioned in the apology post, there comes a time in a man's life where he starts to question The Path. School > Job > Wife > 2.2 Kids > Jersey > Death (> Repeat?). Everytime I think about alternatives, I always come back to the same three things: Motorcycles, Moving West and Surfing.

So thanks, Josh. With just 2.5 minutes of your unavoidably crappy film, you've once again shit on everything I thought life could be. I guess there's always bowling.

Update: There is now a related survey on this (see left).

*Elephant Walk is just another way of saying Bake Sale, Mom.