See, what I did there was change " Dead Poets Society " and made a clever title. Or, what I did there was make a useless title and shamed an entire film with my ignorance. Ignore that then. Well, I was cleaning up after some rather nasty renovations and came upon my old briefcase. Yes, I (Adam) owned a briefcase. What possible use could I have for a briefcase? I stored my old documents in it. Damn, I should've done a VK Unit from Blade Runner . Another missed opportunity. Anyhoo, I opened the briefcase and was surprised to find some old English papers, more specifically a collection of writing I had done in regards to " Death of a Salesman ". In this group of assignments I had to write a scene for two characters that could be acted out, a collection of essays and, worst of all, a poem. A. Fucking. Poem. I will spare you the suspense: Its fucking awful. How bad could it be? Oh God in Heaven, you will see... This is so fucking embarrassing -- Or it w...
Adam Greene Cares.