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Movie Night Horror
Man, movie nights.
They're different in some way, you know? Very magical. Sharing an event with a close friend or family member. Remember these times. When the movie is over, it doesn't matter if the acting is bad or the story is full of holes. What matters is the people you're with.
I say, "Man, you gotta watch this part, you'll love this," as I flail my arms around excitedly and popcorn flys everywhere.
I am one of those people.
Joey doesn't seem to care. Most people don't like it when I talk too much or get too excited, but Joey gets me, you know? He knows that what I say doesn't mean anything. Joey, he doesn't even appear to feel pain. What a champion!
"That was funny! Did you see that?" I give him a friendly shoulder punch.
We have a long history together. You know, old friends. Do you think it's Joey? Yes, it has to be. That's his face. Fred. Hey, Joey. Frederick B. Take the F-Train. Old Joey is a bit shy. Not very talkative. Still, that's fine, Joey. I'm ready to talk.
Then I say, "Joey, Joey," while stuffing my face with yet another handful of popcorn. "Man, this is a great movie."
He loves it, but he'd never say it. I know. He doesn't wish to love it, but he does. Joey is here for you. Don't be fooled by those old, dead…
