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This photo, taken moments before he threw the pages of his unpublished manuscript My Nose Is A Compass all over his living room floor and then staggered down the street and vomited into his neighbor's hydrangea, captures the famously reclusive author's unparalleled need for solitude. And bourbon.
"Oh, F Off!," he could be heard screaming, for no good reason.
4 comments:
Could it be he was out of bourbon?
Girl, you KILL me!
I didn't think Cooper was that full of despair he was channeling Eugene O'Neill. Upset over the hydrangeas?
Cooper is too cute!
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