A certain kind of story draws its power from the main character weighing the power of belief in "Imagine" against the evidence of "People = Shit."
This is the emotional world I live in. It's why I love stories from "High Plains Drifter" to "The Dark Knight Returns" to "Slaughterhouse Five."
The other day at New Seasons I had this great conversation with a man who was amused by my extravagant purchase of an onion. That onion could make the difference between a guy hanging out with friends or shooting up a school.
That onion could be the connection. An onion can take you from "Imagine" to "People = Shit" at the speed of a New Seasons conveyor belt.
That's how weird the world is.