Walls closing in. Clock spinning out of control. Head marching to the beat of some damned drummer and no pill shuts the percussionist up. At 108 minutes and I don’t think I can push the button.
A juggling technophile shares personal stories, challenges, humor and perhaps some political commentary.
Walls closing in. Clock spinning out of control. Head marching to the beat of some damned drummer and no pill shuts the percussionist up. At 108 minutes and I don’t think I can push the button.
