every time i go to the movies wearing something with a low-cut neckline God punishes me for my immodesty & gluttony by flicking a kernel of popcorn from my fistful straight down my shirt, where it sits until i find a semi-appropriate moment to sheepishly fish it out. finally i’ve learned from my sins, and you can too!
i love popcorn as much as the next guy, but it’s time to leave 15 dollar mediums in the past. last week i brought a thick as hell italian sandwich to a 12:30 showing of “I’m Still Here,” and it was gone before the trailers ended. Let me give you a breakdown. Baguette: cut in half and ripped open with my bare hands. Salami, capicolla, maybe some mortadella if i’m feeling crazy. Provolone, lettuce, onion, and a little olive oil and vinegar if they are easily accessible (mine was made in a trader joe’s parking lot.) Might even offer a bit to the guy sitting 3 rows in front of me. The movie theater sandwich awakens something in you. You become a new person by the time it’s done.
Go to a sold out 20 person theater alone to see a gut wrenching movie and try not to cry. bonus tip if person next to you has their big ass puffer jacket lowkey on your thigh but it’s fine because it’s a small theater
red, yellow, and blue? sine, cosine, and tangent? the holy trinity? newton’s three laws of motion? snap, crackle, and pop? the past, the present, and the future? id, ego, and superego? solid, liquid, and gas? rock, paper, and scissors?