After 10 years, I finally went to visit James Dean’s grave. Just a small, simple stone, in a small simple graveyard in an even smaller, simpler town. But he was a giant by all measures. He was an iconic part of my teenage years – an actor who was all the things you weren’t supposed to be in an era when it really was a dirty sin by proper society’s standards. He didn’t give a fuck about society’s standards and he truly captured that emotion through his performance in Rebel Without A Cause.
When you think high school drama kid, he was it. But like most young 20 somethings who live so flippantly trying to buck society’s norms, it got the better of him. Was it lack of awareness? Was it hubris? Youth? The reality of life is a bitch sometimes, and eventually, it catches up to everyone in some way shape or form and slaps you in the face.
Too bad for Jimmy it was permanent.
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