I’m afraid of heights. So what the hell am I doing watching a movie about a person wacky enough to climb a sheer rock face without a rope? Me and heights have never been good friends. I’m not a fan of being on a ladder over eight feet. How I made it through several years …
To err is human, but to really mess things up, try justifying the err and wind up building an entire system of fragile excuses, self-pity, and loathing that lean on each other like a demented house of cards waiting to topple over at the slightest hint of wind. Or maybe that’s just me. The point …