
It's not really that cool to be a punk in the movie theatre. First of all, paying fifteen bucks to see Ben Affleck is not exactly an anarchist move. If I had my way, I would have shot piss up the nostril that belonged to the person who sat behind us during Hollywoodland. God, would I give anything to tell that young, dirty, angry, little scumbag that removing his one hundred bracelets and piercings before reaching into the popcorn bucket could have made so many of us in aisle Q much happier. Who knows? That peace of mind from such a mindless recreation could have been just enough to inspire me to rebuild New Orleans. I guess we shall never fucking know. Thanks a bunch, you rude assholes.
Sincerely,
Oriana Small
p.s.
blow your nose