Reading the cheesy Keanu biography in my car during my one-hour lunch break for the past six weeks, has been one of the most relaxing, therapeutic and enlightening experiences to have come my way in the longest time. That and watching KR in any movie, are divination ordinances I love going through. The book is slowly drawing to an end with just a few pages left and I shall miss it. I shall miss sitting there soaking up pieces of a life that are described with heightened accuracy and a splendor that can only attract a fan. I never knew reading an unauthorized KR biography would give me so much pleasure, open up a path of imagination and realism. Like now I know that he gets shit-faced one time too many and that underneath that handsome, resplendent facade is a man yearning to be left alone, for escape and for quiet of the storm. And who has his bad days too!

I like that.