I think I’m psychic sometimes.
Or I’m an evil witch who accidentally marks a person for death upon reading their autobiography.
Poor sweet dirty bird Burt Reynolds.
This book was so fun to read and incredibly interesting!
I love a good autobiography these days and I really enjoyed how this sounds how he talked. His stories were cool, his life was amazing, and his heart was big as all get out.
And man did he love Sally Field.
And hate that photo shoot on the rug. He even wrote in the book how when he dies he hopes that no one remembers him JUST for that.
Go figure on social media that’s the picture EVERYONE and their mother was putting up to commemorate him.
Rest in peace you hairy bastard.