6/6/6-2
well, I am now the scourge of my household.
After three days of unrelenting, "Please, please, please can I watch it? If I find a copy can we watch it? Why is it so scary? C'mon dad, I can handle it." I relented. The youngster found a video store not far from home that had not one, but two copies of the original Exorcist, so we went, he rented it with his money. We had a bet...all of one dollar. He said he'd get through the whole movie without covering his eyes. Well, we didn't get through the whole movie...period. Granted, part of this is the fact that my memory of a movie I saw 30 years ago isn't all that good. I didn't remember all/any of the gory details, including the scene where she violently masturbates with a crucifix screaming "Let Jesus fuck you!", which was more than the 13 year old very Catholic mind was ready for. That's probably just one example, but I really should have prescreened this thing before letting him see it. He got through most of it though, but not without shielding those baby blues a few times. The dollar was already mine. He got as far as the priests showing up and having their first ritual with the possessed, before turning off the DVD player. Wide eyed, he looked at me and said, "You could have just said no."
He didn't sleep at all last night. The wife and I didn't sleep much last night, because he was up and not leaving us alone....and I'm getting all the blame...from both sides. I suppose that's fair. In hindsight, I really should have just said no. I know, I know...."What were ya thinkin'?"
After three days of unrelenting, "Please, please, please can I watch it? If I find a copy can we watch it? Why is it so scary? C'mon dad, I can handle it." I relented. The youngster found a video store not far from home that had not one, but two copies of the original Exorcist, so we went, he rented it with his money. We had a bet...all of one dollar. He said he'd get through the whole movie without covering his eyes. Well, we didn't get through the whole movie...period. Granted, part of this is the fact that my memory of a movie I saw 30 years ago isn't all that good. I didn't remember all/any of the gory details, including the scene where she violently masturbates with a crucifix screaming "Let Jesus fuck you!", which was more than the 13 year old very Catholic mind was ready for. That's probably just one example, but I really should have prescreened this thing before letting him see it. He got through most of it though, but not without shielding those baby blues a few times. The dollar was already mine. He got as far as the priests showing up and having their first ritual with the possessed, before turning off the DVD player. Wide eyed, he looked at me and said, "You could have just said no."
He didn't sleep at all last night. The wife and I didn't sleep much last night, because he was up and not leaving us alone....and I'm getting all the blame...from both sides. I suppose that's fair. In hindsight, I really should have just said no. I know, I know...."What were ya thinkin'?"
John put this out here at 7:10 AM
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Hehehe funny! :)
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