No I can not
tell you the name of the movie theater. You got to remember that I
was still drinking in those days and my mind was in a fog every
minute of the day every day of the week.
In those
days before I quit drinking I would every morning start wondering
around downtown looking for cans and plastic bottles to recycle. Of
course there was a bunch of us downtown doing that so I had to look
all day in all the trashcan. I would stop to have a drink from time
to time from my bottle that was left over from the night before.
I always
kept my eye open for the police. If they caught you with an open
bottle in public they would pour it out. In those days I would have
rather been hit over the head with a billy club than lose my bottle
of wine.
About an
hour before night fall I would take the cans and bottles to a recycle
yard near the water front and would cash them in.
Next I would
stop at a liquor store on Main street that I liked for some reason. I
got all my wine there.
In those
days I would wear my big old jacket that had the torn lining on the
inside of the left side. I would slip my bottle into that tear in the
lining so that no one could see the bottle in plain sight.
I would then
walk a block over to the corn of Market Street and Glass street.
Market in those days was an awful block. A lot of the stores were
boarded up or closed up because the places would be out of business.
There was a lot of junk shops. By night fall what few businesses
there was would be closed up and just about no one would be walking
around the street out there.
The only
business that was open on that block after dark was a rundown movie
theater. Really rundown. It looked like it was going to fall over
with the next rain storm.
When I would
get there would be a lot of people like me. Winos and junkies and
others who had no where to stay after dark.
A really
tall man with grey hair would open the door and every night would
yell the same thing to the crowd there:
"Admission
is five dollars each and anyone making trouble will be thrown out of
the theater. We close at 6AM."
I would
always buy a hot dog or two from the dirty looking snack bar. It was
run by a large angry looking woman. I don't know why she was always
angry looking. No one I can recall dared try to annoy her. She looked
too mean.
Many of the
people who came to the theater came every night like I did and
everyone had a favorite spot to sit. I like to sit near the back near
the door against the wall. When I dozed off I would lean against the
wall.
No one would sit
near me so I felt safe there.
They ran
only one movie at this theater. I guess since the place was mostly a
flop house for the homeless they figured it did not matter what film
they ran. It was a cheap looking slasher horror movie. I saw that
film every night that I slept in that theater. I saw it hundreds of
times over a two year span of time.
The print of
the film was really beat up and full of splices and jump cuts. It was
called something like BIKINI GIRLS GET KILLED.
I would
drink from my bottle and watch the movie every night till I passed
out. Many times I would wake up again and drink some more as I
watched more of it.
I can
remember every bit of that movie. I can replay the whole thing in my
head. It was about a maniac in a rubber skull mask who killed women
in bikinis. Every time a woman would put on a bikini you knew she was
going to die within five minutes.
"Mr
Johnson I need to go back to the office. Thanks for talking to me."
"No
problem. Has your boss said anything about me leaving here soon?"
"No not
yet. I will let you know if he tells me anything about it."
Doctor Jones
left the small room and made sure to lock the door behind him before
returning to the office.
At the
office he was met by Dr. Brown the head of the mental hospital.
"How is
he today?" He asked Dr. Jones.
"Pretty
much the same. He still believes that the murders were scenes from
movie that he believe he saw somewhere."
THE END.
Copyright 2015 By
Teel
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