All these lines in my face gettin' clearer;
The past is gone,
It went by, like dusk to dawn."
Aerosmith
So, yesterday, a ghastly thing happened to me.
No, not realizing I would die alone--that was long ago--but something along those lines.
I was standing at the checkout line, buying a pair of AVENGERS figures and a DARK KNIGHT RISES figure, and the guy running the register was a young man. He looked like a regular guy, though, and I figured he was about my age, or a couple years younger, like my cousin. A peer, in other words.
He made a comment about the toys I was buying ("Guess you like those movies a lot") and I said I did, then made the mistake of asking if he was a fan.
"Well, my mom and dad are really strict about movies," he said. "They wouldn't let me see them."
I'm not sure I could've been more shocked if he had said, "Instead of movies, I like to take a shovel to the cemetery and dig up some grub."
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