  I was standing in line for the free movie passes from "Creative Loafing" for "Suspect Zero" in Atlanta with the other unemployeds. Mostly elderly and slacker types like myself. Since I'm technically employed and draw a pretty nice paycheck, I guess I don't exactly count but it sure feels that way, like I'm unemployed, that is. I have to go back to work in November. There are a few people on their lunch hours since the give away is from 12-1 p.m. make the super annoying trek but they're all suspect in my mind since it's not worth it to haul yourself all this way just to save the cost of tickets. Anyway, there I was standing in line remembering how not so long ago, we called a certain style of shoe that I wore when I was a "preppy", a loafer. I used to wear them with little pennies on the top; now I am one, but without the pennies. So, I'm standing in line, kind of like at a soup kitchen, I imagine, and looking at the movie section to see what's playing and reading the reviews.
I love movies. Everything reminds me of a movie. Well, in this case, I read a review for Spike Lee's new movie, "She Hate Me". The first line of the review made me laugh and sort of reminded me of myself.
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if you substitute his name for mine. It read as follows: "She Hate Me" / F "An unbelievable mess from Spike Lee. " I just laughed out loud standing in line.
Sadly, this drew unwanted attention to me. A fellow loafer, creative or not, struck up a conversation. He asked if I knew what movie the passes were for we were trying to get for free. I said that I did. And that it was something that I actually wanted to see. Unfortunately for me, I talk too much to anyone and I launched into a story about how I had run out of movies to see in the Metro area that I wanted to see, free or not. "Really? " he wanted to hear more. "Yes. " I explained that I had come from an island in a rainforest in Alaska and that there was only one theater with two screens and hardly ever anything I wanted to see so when I came to Atlanta I saw everything, blah blah blah blah, yak yak yak.
The other loafer said, "You seem really very interesting, what did you do in Alaska? " I told him that I'm a doctor. He wanted to know what kind of doctor? He knew an OB/GYN. I told him that was nice, but OB/GYNs do a lot of surgery and I get dizzy wearing a mask.
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Oh, thank heaven, here they come with the passes. Loafer, "You seem really very interesting. " I said, "Yeah, a lot of people have told me that. I'm not sure why, exactly. " Loafer, "Well, if you want to see a movie, I've got passes. " "Me too.
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