Adam Schleimer. I can't really define ugly

I can't really define ugly

Adarn Schleimer

f can't really de{ine ugly. But. There is this movie theatre I went to once. Only by of accident though. It ended up we got to the movie too late so we decided to leave. This is how we stumbled across this one. '!fle pulled up to an almost vacant parking lot, except for about twelve or thirteen cars. I could tell from the beginning that it hadn't been kept maintained from the green grass poking through the once black tar. Now only a shade of. gray was left. As we approached the entrance, there were kids hanging out in front. Their ages varied probably from fourteen to seventeen. They made me a little apprehensive, not so much my welfare being in danger, just that they were hanging out there. I was dragged into seeing the movie arrryay. It turned out that we were a little early for the next movie, so we had some time to kill. The lobby was littered with old ticket stubs, and deserred except for some other kids hanging out there and us. It kind of came to my mind what those other kids' life vras like.

Coming to hang out in a movie theatre. Playing old arcade games. Looking at outdated movie posters. It made me feel almost as if I was stuck in some sort of movie. Or an eerie dream that I couldn't escape. The odd thing is, this was their life. I vras only in it for a brief tvro hours if that. By the time I had finished daydreaming, the movie was about to begin.

After it was over, we went ourside to see the same kids all hanging out, smoking cigarettes, some riding around on bikes, and most dressing a lot older then they should have been. So many questions and yet no answers. Then, as we were leaving, I wondered if these kids would be forever stuck in a movie theatre wasteland.