screws fall out all the time. the world's an imperfect place.
rip, john hughes. thanks to you, anthony michael hall will always be a geeky freshman charging his fellow geeks a buck to see molly ringwald's panties, john cryer will always be a boy in scuffed white creepers dancing around a record store to otis redding, judd nelson will always be a delinquent with a squishy marshmallow center, and molly ringwald will always be every sixteen-year-old girl crushing on a hot boy and eclipsed by her older sister. you looked at teenagers the way teenagers looked at themselves, and don't think we'll forget that. (for no other reason than "i wear the required uniform." "tights." will crack me up until the day i die.)