The last week of Morgan Freeman’s life was so miserable and bleak that he probably should be doing the narrating on it himself. First a near fatal car wreck followed by a divorce from his wife of 24 years? The fuck did Morgan Freeman do to deserve this shit? Whatever he did, I’m sure there’s not a day goes by where he doesn’t feel regret. Not because he’s in this predicament, or because you think he should. He probably looks back on the way he was then: a young, stupid kid who committed that terrible offense. I’m sure he wants to talk to him and try and talk some sense to him, tell him the way things are. But he can’t. That kid’s long gone and this old man is all that’s left. He’s got to live with that. Rehabilitated? He knows thats just a bullshit word. So you go on and stamp your form, sonny, and stop wasting Morgan Freeman’s time. Because to tell you the truth, he doesn’t give a shit.
God To Morgan Freeman: I Warned You About Portraying Me A Second Time
Posted by Harvey Bars · August 8th, 2008
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