sorry about my absence last week, i was sitting shiva. my beloved movie theatre has closed, and after employing me since the tender age of 14 [that's 10 years for anyone interested in counting] i was slightly devastated.
our last day of business was monday, i worked a double that day because, despite the official silence, everyone knew what was coming and i wanted to hold on as long as possible. around 6pm we closed the doors and fred, our boss, sat everyone down and thanked us for being ‘good kids all these years’ and then we did what any reasonable group of people would do in that situation: we tore that shit apart. we ripped the metal line poles out of the floor and used them to bash in the windows and glass counters and knocked down the track lighting from the ceiling. we pulled the floor boards up and sawed down a candy counter, took all the posters off the walls and then took whatever we wanted as souvenirs.
it was a strangely fitting farewell.
goodbye, old friend.
