Jared Leto. Lindsey Lohan. Combine these two trainwrecks; both of whom I absolutely loathe. Surround them with the premise of John Lennon’s murderer and the days leading up to the actual deed. Not only does this equal a severe case of herpes but also the movie Chapter 27.

One aspect that's always bothered me, now especially after reading the book. Reading Catcher and the Rye while sitting on Lennon's stoop and waiting for the police to arrive. Couldn’t have chosen a better book? Come to think of it, both are travesties. In the literature and music worlds; however separate reasons. (aka CATR is terrible!)

EDIT: and for the record, I know DAMN well the makers of the movie did not put that book in themselves. Read: above post.

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=TktOCF-iBTQ

Oh, and Happy Easter. I celebrated by eating Peeps on the train back to Helsinki. And sleep. Lots and lots of sleep.