It terrified me aboard a plane from Palm Beach to Atlanta. Worst of all: the cute girl to my left wouldn't talk to me and they canceled the beverage service due to turbulence. I realized that I should never again fly without a benzo on board. There I was, watching Cronenberg's film version of Burroughs' third novel by the same name. Alas, cringing my way through this movie will never make up for the fact that I did not read Junkie when it was assigned to me in college.
what a bizarre film indeed
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