A good lot of my professional life, from ages 18-30, was spent working sporadically in the cinematic presentation business, practically employed by every single theater in Oklahoma City and the surrounding areas. And why not? When you’re a young directionless slacker with very little gumption and even less vigor, a part-time job that allows you free movies, a steady diet of stolen tubed meats and a shockingly successful succession of 18-year-old girlfriends is the ultimate raison d'être.
Until it’s not.