Thursday, June 26, 2008

Puzzle Mansion

I wanna be a rich bastard with a creepy fucking Puzzle House!

(... or the gig of writing that movie.)

Honestly, when you're rich enough to commission whimsical architecture just for the fuck of it—in NEW YORK GODDAMN CITY, where a shit-hole in the wall costs a veritable fortune—you've gotta be making some sort of deal with the devil.

I've always thought that what this city needs more of is spoiled-rotten rich kids with a tumescent sense of entitlement.