
My son said, “if I ever become Frank Wheeler please tie me to a chair and punch me in the nose until I can smell my bullshit”. Frank is hopeless emptiness. He is the man that so many women meet and marry…

My son said, “if I ever become Frank Wheeler please tie me to a chair and punch me in the nose until I can smell my bullshit”. Frank is hopeless emptiness. He is the man that so many women meet and marry…