This one is personal. You might say I’m carrying a grudge (snort). Picture it. McAllen, TX October 2004. I’m out with an on and off again companion and we decide to see a movie. We both love horror, so it should be fun. We sit and watch and crack jokes at the silly sound effects that sound a bit like a cat meowing. I think we’re having a great time, until he says, “Let’s get out of here.” I went along with it because he was my ride and the rest of the evening was largely forgettable. I don’t really harbor any bad feelings for him, but I knew at that moment he didn’t quite get me. Anyway I never did watch the movie. Today is the day. I don’t think I will do reactions this time. I think I just wanted to tell my little story.

Is anyone reading this?