Attack of the Mole People It was somewhere near the middle of the picture, where the mayhem was getting most interesting, when my brother who was prone to dozing off during a movie, day or night it made no difference, woke up suddenly and let go with a series of ear-splitting screams, far more audible than the film soundtrack. We were never to go to the State Theater my Mother made it clear, because it was trafficked by the most undesirable people, where the low-lives of South Troy hung out idling away their time, sleeping through the repetitive and continuous showings of the double-feature, lazing around instead of doing an honest days work, children playing hooky instead of attending school, not to mention the incredible filth of the place. My brother suddenly awoke but not completely, half in and half out of the dream state, his foot having simultaneously fallen asleep. I cant walk he screamed, over and over and then, theyre all over me! The mole people were all over him, an invasion of celluloid DTs as he flapped his arms to ward off the creatures, slumped in the seat because he couldnt walk. Within minutes the proprietor, one of the Capano brothers notorious for yanking unruly kids by the hair and throwing them out of the theater, came storming down the aisle pointing a yard-long accusatory finger, get that kid out of here! We were at the State Theater, Ma ... © 1994 abkowalczyk aka mirrorrim youtube/watch?v=3KfzHkus3Y4
Posted on: Fri, 29 Aug 2014 02:45:37 +0000
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