It’s no secret to anyone now that I LOVE MOVIES.
It wasn’t a secret when I was 15 years old either.
My idea of a great birthday was playing basketball with my friends at the hoop we had in our driveway all day, and then watching movies in the evening before we slept out on the trampoline overnight.
We’d drink Mountain Dew, eat salsa/chips, and have cake later.
I was most excited about the movies. Some of my friends weren’t; but it was my birthday…tough shit.
There was a movie that escaped my view the year before that I really wanted to see. It had John McClane and the Banana Man from “Beverly Hills Cop” in it. I had forgotten the title because I thought it was stupid, so I told my mother the wrong title of a movie that I thought had a great title (also of a movie…
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