Word: kidding
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There are no kids in Hollywood, only a kid market. So the moguls gleefully rub their rough hands at the recent blooming of animated features into a reliable blockbuster genre. Anyone could have predicted that Pixar's Up, Blue Sky's Ice Age 3 and DreamWorks' Monsters vs Aliens would be among the year's top-grossing pictures, but who saw Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs coming? The success of Meatballs, G-Force and Where the Wild Things Are underlines the movie industry's hope that in every jaded teen or wizened adult there's an inner child whose...
...with a pattern of my own. Last week, however, my pattern was interrupted. I had the normal sandwich, this time with a Baja Blast Mountain Dew® and I sat down on my bench. I was halfway through my sandwich, on the bench with my headphones on, when a kid somewhere between 5-11 years old sat next to me. I can’t really tell how old kids are because, other than a summer camp counselor gig after senior year, I try to stay away from them. They punch and shit. This kid was wearing a Mets...
...Wanna trade?” the kid said, and presented to me a half sandwich that I was immediately drawn to. An unsteady handful of crisp wax paper edges, this kid was holding a beast. Turkey, capicola (say ‘gabagool’), roast beef, tomato, lettuce, and what smelled like horseradish dressing all warmed on a perfect looking half hero. I took a look at my sandwich, the old stand-by, and I briefly weighed my options. Then the responsible, mature thought occurred to me; I couldn’t trade food with this little kid. He might...
...wound up and I froze; I couldn’t forcibly stop this little kid I didn’t know, and I still half thought that he was faking. Some gasping syllable came out of my mouth just as I felt a tug on the still-connected headphones around my neck, and the release as momentum freed the iPod. It hit a metal trash can straight on, then skidded off into the street making with a sound like a row of people dropping their cell phones one after the other. None of this happened in slo-motion...
...down the street and the kid ran away, fast. I’m pretty sure I heard him say “I can’t believe I just did that,” but that might have just been me projecting my thoughts. Just before I reached my iPod, a heavily tattooed guy with a ZZ-Top beard picked it off the floor and gave it a look. “It’s okay man...I secretly listen to Norah Jones...