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March 3, 2002
Having coughed up our cash at the reasonable Sunday matinee price, we drift through the dark cineplex at will and at random, catching some dumb reefer jokes here, the most pleasant slice of a romance there, and a dagger fight (complete with some jarring present day slang) inbetwixt. Soaking up our own chaotic cut and paste American comedy. The raindrops and conversations continue to patter along and we drift oblivious. Someplace else, Julio dozes off, hoping to try his luck at lucid dreaming. He's decided he takes entirely too much shit in his dreams, as it stands. Wants some control.