

Take Albert Camus' The Stranger, mix it with Jack Kerouac's On The Road, make it about teens, then somehow make it even worse.
He just keeps yapping. Nothing happens. There is no arc, and not in a "It's life" sort of way. There is just nothing going at all.
Take Albert Camus' The Stranger, mix it with Jack Kerouac's On The Road, make it about teens, then somehow make it even worse.
He just keeps yapping. Nothing happens. There is no arc, and not in a "It's life" sort of way. There is just nothing going at all.