Yelling at the screen watching Wimbledon, rooting for Federer.
Spontaneously meeting up with a friend I haven’t seen in a year
Walking in on a couple having sex in the (presumed) empty movie theater
Not noticing like an idiot, my friends rush out and I proceed to take a seat while the sex-hungry couple shuffles to put their clothes back on. You’re probably thinking, “this guy’s an idiot!” You, my friend, are correct.
My friends call while I’m sitting down, and all this time I’ve been wondering why they rushed out. My logic was, “Screw it, I’ll get better seats.”
Then we all watched Moonrise Kingdom, which was amazing.
After all that, we drove back home through the aftermath of a hurricane.
This track here is not a song, nor a tune. It is a sound. A sound compiled by satanists in the early 12th century to open a door to hell to willingly given their souls to Lucifer. A sound used in 13th centure Europe during Excorisms to open the gates of hell in order to send the demon within someone back to its origins. This track is a danger to play for when it opens the gates of hell, it allows demons to enter wherever you are. Play at your own risk!!! There are certain “safe” zone where this track will not play at all and these zones are usually holy places such as churches where demons would not dare to lurk.
I feel that no one was cheering for Djokovic, even the commentators on NBC. Fed was playing off… It was stupid of me to think that he could pull off the win like he did last year against Nole. Everyone just knew. Wimby, Roger. Wimby.