Close your eyes. Actually, don't — keep reading. But "close your eyes." Closed? OK, now think of Ethan Hawke. What do you see? Distressed jeans? Weirdly buttoned or oddly tucked shirt? Tattered copy of Slaughterhouse Five in the back pocket? Goatee? Do you hear Soul Asylum playing in the background? Is Winona Ryder staring at him with big, watery eyes? Is Julie Delpy making a false start to touch his perfectly greasy hair? He may do mean things, and he may hurt you, and he may run away without your permission, and you may hate him forever, and he knows that scares the living shit outta you because you know he's the only real thing you got.
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