I was 5 when it happened, sent home from school early, I shoplifted an entire box of Hershey bars from a 7/11 while the teenager at the cash register sat watching a portable television, mouth agape at the collapse of the American empire, the shadow of no towers.
But then the world moved on, even if it really didnt. Everything became a little different, a little worse. Little plastic flags on lawns and Minivan bumper stickers, Dixie chicks music removed…
For the last few marvel movies it seems to have been a game being played by Kevin Feige on me alone, defying me to find an absolute bottom point of apathy, a pure nadir of emotion where nothing exists, nothing is real, nothing matters. Finally the tower falls, the wave crashes down, and I am not left feeling merely hollowed out by a movie but genuinely upset, viscerally angry at this absolute fucking waste of 3 hours. This network tv…
My grandfather kept vintage pornography in his toolshed (alongside a vast quantities of a pesticide that I later found out isn't DDT necessarily but has been banned in the USA since 1987 due to causing birth defects and lung cancer) and I stole some of it while I was living with him during the recession when my mom was figuring out how to keep the house after we got foreclosed on.
Anyways, i found out later that some of it…
This should be called Dear Chris Hansen, cause man oh man this 40 year old fella should stop hanging around this high school
