Cinema can fill in the empty spaces of your life

Jonathan Trager, prominent television producer for ESPN, died last night from complications of losing his soul mate and his fiancee. He was 35 years old. Soft-spoken and obsessive, Trager never looked the part of a hopeless romantic. But, in the final days of his life, he revealed an unknown side of his psyche. This hidden quasi-Jungian persona surfaced during the Agatha Christie-like pursuit of his long reputed soul mate, a woman whom he only spent a few precious hours with.

- Bobby... - What?  - It's been like this since we were little fucking kids, Lisa. He's always been like this. Bobby always beats the fuck out of me whenever he wants and there's not a goddamn thing I can do about it. I've begged my fucking parents to move...  - You could move away yourself!  - I'm not even a fucking high school graduate.  - Yeah, I know, tell me about it. So there's nothing we can do to stop him ever?  - We could kill him, but that's about it.  - That's what I was thinking. 

- If you deflower a girl man, man, you’re the man. No one can ever do that again. You’re the only one. No one, no one, has the power to do that again.  - Right. The way I see it. My outlook on the situation. It’s like getting fame, you know what I’m saying? Say you was to die tomorrow right, fifty years from now all the virgins you ever fucked are gonna remember you. Right? They gonna tell their grandkids about that shit. 

I'm no role model. I'm a junkie and a thief.