If you read FilmDrunk, you already know how much we dig on Terrence Howard’s wisdom, and hats, man. I mean this cat truly has the soul of a poet, man. So when he spreads his wings and flies? We just try to spread around the droppings, man. To fertilize the Earth. Are you hip? Here it goes… (*snappity snappity bongo mike hiss hi hat*)
[From press day for Fighting] “I ride life like it’s a beautiful go-cart. Me and my friends, we’ll get out there and make a go-cart. You spend so much time finding pieces to make the go-cart, and sometimes it don’t work. But then, all of a sudden, you’ve got a go-cart that’s working. And right when you start riding down the hill, your mother calls you and tells you that you gotta come in. The little boy has to stop, right then and there. So, he comes in and he’s angry and sullen in the face. I’m having such a great time in my life right now. I’m making go-carts, you know? And then, when they call me and make me come to work, I walk in there, I slam doors and I do all those things that a little bad kid would do.”
Oh man. A go cart. With beautiful long hair. And white-washed tires… all full of kids… that you ride with your friends. That’s so deep man. So true. You’re like a bottomless pit of wisdom – with a pool at the bottom. Where we wash away our superficialities. Tell us more, man.



