Me after travelling back in time to witness the beatles perform in hamburg, all of them blind drunk and john with a toliet seat hanging around his neck
obsessed with the concept of will being a masculine rough man going out in the winter to cut some wood and wade into cold knee deep water to go fishing and feed his household then going back home and laying his head on hannibal’s lap and eating grapes and strawberries from his fingers while hannibal strokes his hair and plays soft music for him