It’s crazy how some things can influence you so much. Like I was talking about in my last post with Less Than Zero – now I feel like writing in the style Ellis does. Maybe I immerse myself too quickly. I’m not sure.Last night I opened a bottle of Pinot Noir that I got from my work Christmas party that I was hoping to save for a romantic date night – but I got thirsty. So sue me – and I needed a drink.After I poured myself the glass of red I watched The Great Gatsby (Leo edition) and pretended/reflected back on the days when I reveled just as hard and felt just as happy as the careless flappers and drunken stock brokers of the Jazz Age. I ended up falling asleep on my couch and woke up right when [SPOILER ALERT: but if you don’t know what happens at…
