Me, Nick, Mary-Kate, Jack. We’re all ghosts. We begged you to love us, we just didn’t expect it would go this far. We didn’t expect you to sell a drop of our sweat on eBay or build a shrine to our testicles in what was once your child’s playroom. Like all of us, we misjudged the weight of our desire. We undermined the consequences.
The Last Days of Heath Ledger. Lisa Taddeo. Esquire. (el resto del texto no vale gran cosa)