Earlier this year I wrote about how I'm sick of Harry Potter. The book was coming out, and clowns were running around town acting like the New Testament was about to be re-printed with a forward from God himself.
Now, we got THE DAMN MOVIE. All I been hearing about all week is Harry Potter, Harry Potter, Harry Potter. A few people I know went to an advance screening last weekend, and all I've been hearing about is detailed analysis of the shit.
"Drew, what did you think of Harry Potter?"
"I didn't see it."
A long pause. A stare.
"You DIDN'T??? Why???????"
Uh, because, as Cedric the Entertainer said, "I'M a grown-ass man." I have no interest in seeing lil' kids flying around on brooms and shit. I'm all for embracing the inner child, but this is one time where I'ma have to sit it out.
I'm six books and four movies behind in the Harry Potter saga, and I don't give a damn.