Joel Barish

My life without Clementine would be meaningless. I need to let her know how I feel in writing. She says I’m tight lipped. I guess she’s right.

I used to be really good at remembering names, faces, etc. Now, not so good.

Everytime Clem and I go to Kang’s, which is A LOT, it feels like we’re the dining dead. We just sit there with nothing to say to one another. People look at us.

Clem drinks to much. We got a problem.