Wednesday, January 15, 2014
Remember all those terrible movies you had to watch in seventh grade health class during the unit on Drugs? Some kid would get tired of being yelled at by his mom and dad, and he'd be out walking to The Big Dance or The Freshman Rally, thinking about it and muttering to himself, hands jammed into his pockets, grimace on his face. A car would pull up and an Unsavory Kid from P.E. class would lean out and say, "Hey, dude! Ain't you in my gym class? Wanna ride?" And the Decent Kid would have a moment of indecision, then hear his mother nagging, and climb into the car as an act of defiance. They'd end up at a Party full of Drugs, with kids Getting High and acting weird all over the place. Decent Kid would drink something or take something or smoke something and all of a sudden, there would be a scene of blurry faces, weird lights, flashing colours, and disco effects. Freaky. That's all I could think about with tonight's tie of teeny tiny shiny magenta-purple dots? checks? who knows? Every time he moved even a scintilla, that tie pulsed alive and those two dimples threatened to swallow us up.
Brought to Life by Nance at 11:50 PM