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friday i leave my job for home and oh a whim, half way through the lot, i remember I had some videos to return. after i arrive home, i find myself a bit parched so i open up an ibc cherry limeade and take a long lucious amount into my mouth to quench my thirst but later continue to lightly sip at it and savour its taste on my lips and tongue. around 5:30 clif comes up to my place and tells me that the movie plans have been confirmed. I hold my breath in tense readiness as i ask if the film is showing at the new hollywood theatre or if we would have to be seen at the decrepit bama six. he tells me that the film is indeed playing at hollywood and i feel as if a great weight was lifted from my body and placed on someone more deserving, or someone else in general, as long as it isnt me.
clif departs after a few feeble atempts to play the violin (i was able to muster something resembling music yet he seemed somewhat unimpressed which bothered me but i did not show this as i smiled and handed it back to him then watched as he hacked on the strings with the bow made with a dead horses hair. let me emphasize dead because it is.) and he tells me to come down to his apartment in around thirty minutes. an hour and ten minutes later i arrive at his door but just before, i walked across my spacious gunmetal blue deck to look out over the looming forest which occupies my front yard. after watching clif and kristen, clifs seemingly girlfriend argue about a corrupted, not yet aired in america, episode of battlestar gallactica for around three minutes, geronimo arrives and we exit the warm apartment. the three of us enter geronimos raven honda which appears to be out of a future perhaps four years from now, and we head off, probably late, to see the movie. this does not bother me.
blasting a remixed version of falcos "rock me amadeus" as the bass crushes any possible thought in my head, we pull into a convenient spot at the theatre and we are greeted with a long wretched line of young people. i make geronimo stand in front of me because i do not want to be the first in line if something should go awry, and it always does. i silently, or perhaps not so silently, wonder aloud if his combat training in the us airforce has set him on the verge of a hysterical panic in the midst of this confusing group of heathens. i spot a long jagged bade in a black leather holster on the side of his leg and wonder just how many faces the knife would penetrate before being lodged into one of them. one maybe i conclude.
at last we are upon the ticket booth and geronimo goes ahead and purchases his discounted ticket with the air force id in which he looks either menacing or freaked out on cocaine, probably the latter. i am next and ask for one student ticket even though i have not been a student for maybe three years now. the middle aged, dead inside, woman asks to see my id and i tell her cooly that i must have left it in my other less expensive wallet in my audi. she counts the money and gives me my student ticket. clif gets his but with the less impressive method of unsheathing a student id from his pocket(even though he is not a student). we enter the less than gaudy theatre and i am somewhat applaud at the lack of anything, this being my first time here. i hide my disgust of the simplicity of this supposed grand building with an unthinking but very understandable disgust for the food prices. that would go without saying though.
we enter the theatre and are greeted with waves of people heaped upon one another. we sit in a very less than mediocre spot near the front row. these are not good seats. the screen is huge and it actually takes around half a minute to look from one side of it to the other. the movie plays and we watch and then the movie ends. it was alittle number called white noise. i hear my name called as we are leaving but i do not acknowledge this. after hearing my name four more times i expectedly feel a rap on my shoulder and i turn to find the face of a young girl who i used to work with. i stare at her blankly and she asks "what did you think?" i turn back around and keep walking as i mutter something to the extent of "it was probably something".
we were then outside the theatre under a large roofed plaza. it has now started raining very hard and i nod my head approvingly as i recall that i am wearing my waterproof country club windbreaker and a tight black girls hooded zipup jacket. i place the hood over my head and step out unfazed. my two companions start to walk fast in a pre sprint fashion so i calmly explain to them that running will only make them wetter. they take my advice although suspiciously as i see their bodies lurching forward almost practically fighting the urge to run over the rainslicked pavement to what would be their certain more-wet clothed doom. we enter the car of the future and it brings us back to our residence while blaring "heaven is a place on earth". i quickly make my way to the stairs towards my own 1614 and "yep" to the call of "...so, later...". i enter my home, go through my nightly routines then i enter the bed and dream about, in this order, a cute kitten, killing several people who are half zombies with a pointed piece of wood and my own hands, not returning the videos (which as i stated before, i did actually do), and time travel.
clif departs after a few feeble atempts to play the violin (i was able to muster something resembling music yet he seemed somewhat unimpressed which bothered me but i did not show this as i smiled and handed it back to him then watched as he hacked on the strings with the bow made with a dead horses hair. let me emphasize dead because it is.) and he tells me to come down to his apartment in around thirty minutes. an hour and ten minutes later i arrive at his door but just before, i walked across my spacious gunmetal blue deck to look out over the looming forest which occupies my front yard. after watching clif and kristen, clifs seemingly girlfriend argue about a corrupted, not yet aired in america, episode of battlestar gallactica for around three minutes, geronimo arrives and we exit the warm apartment. the three of us enter geronimos raven honda which appears to be out of a future perhaps four years from now, and we head off, probably late, to see the movie. this does not bother me.
blasting a remixed version of falcos "rock me amadeus" as the bass crushes any possible thought in my head, we pull into a convenient spot at the theatre and we are greeted with a long wretched line of young people. i make geronimo stand in front of me because i do not want to be the first in line if something should go awry, and it always does. i silently, or perhaps not so silently, wonder aloud if his combat training in the us airforce has set him on the verge of a hysterical panic in the midst of this confusing group of heathens. i spot a long jagged bade in a black leather holster on the side of his leg and wonder just how many faces the knife would penetrate before being lodged into one of them. one maybe i conclude.
at last we are upon the ticket booth and geronimo goes ahead and purchases his discounted ticket with the air force id in which he looks either menacing or freaked out on cocaine, probably the latter. i am next and ask for one student ticket even though i have not been a student for maybe three years now. the middle aged, dead inside, woman asks to see my id and i tell her cooly that i must have left it in my other less expensive wallet in my audi. she counts the money and gives me my student ticket. clif gets his but with the less impressive method of unsheathing a student id from his pocket(even though he is not a student). we enter the less than gaudy theatre and i am somewhat applaud at the lack of anything, this being my first time here. i hide my disgust of the simplicity of this supposed grand building with an unthinking but very understandable disgust for the food prices. that would go without saying though.
we enter the theatre and are greeted with waves of people heaped upon one another. we sit in a very less than mediocre spot near the front row. these are not good seats. the screen is huge and it actually takes around half a minute to look from one side of it to the other. the movie plays and we watch and then the movie ends. it was alittle number called white noise. i hear my name called as we are leaving but i do not acknowledge this. after hearing my name four more times i expectedly feel a rap on my shoulder and i turn to find the face of a young girl who i used to work with. i stare at her blankly and she asks "what did you think?" i turn back around and keep walking as i mutter something to the extent of "it was probably something".
we were then outside the theatre under a large roofed plaza. it has now started raining very hard and i nod my head approvingly as i recall that i am wearing my waterproof country club windbreaker and a tight black girls hooded zipup jacket. i place the hood over my head and step out unfazed. my two companions start to walk fast in a pre sprint fashion so i calmly explain to them that running will only make them wetter. they take my advice although suspiciously as i see their bodies lurching forward almost practically fighting the urge to run over the rainslicked pavement to what would be their certain more-wet clothed doom. we enter the car of the future and it brings us back to our residence while blaring "heaven is a place on earth". i quickly make my way to the stairs towards my own 1614 and "yep" to the call of "...so, later...". i enter my home, go through my nightly routines then i enter the bed and dream about, in this order, a cute kitten, killing several people who are half zombies with a pointed piece of wood and my own hands, not returning the videos (which as i stated before, i did actually do), and time travel.