This work appears online via special arrangement with the the author, Harlan Ellison. Copying or distributing any part of this piece for personal use, commercial use, or any other use you can come up with is strictly forbidden. " And the old man purses his lips and beetles his brow; he perceives the kid is really serious about this; it's not just jerk-off time. Business taken care of, I got together with a friend, a writer from Texas who loves movies as much and as indiscriminately as I do. Load up on junk food, start at the first movie theater on the downtown side of 42nd Street, and just work our way from Times Square to 8th Avenue, cross the street, and work our way back to Times Square. We eat in there, sleep in there, piss and daydream in there. One after another, till our eyes turn to poached eggs, staggering from theater to theater like refugees from a Macao opium den. The main feature was Save the Tiger, a contemporary drama starring Jack Lemmon. And there we slumped, way the hell up in the balcony, our knees jammed under our chins, best seats in an almost empty house. Two rows below us -- and it was steep up there, what I'm talking here is damned near per-pen-dic-u-lar -- some black dude was juiced out asleep, lying across three or four seats, snoring. It was the kind of voice one suspected would accompany the body attached to the moving finger writing mene mene tekel in letters of fire. You got it: Leeee-ROY's buddy with the scoop shovel mouth.
Breaking this rule will result in the author coming down on you like the proverbial Hand of God or, barring the author finding out, your being forced to spend 15,000 years in Purgatory watching the same three episodes of "Perfect Strangers". and the kid comes to the old guru in his ratty apartment, and he sorta kinda asks him that old saw about the meaning of life. He squats there and says to the old man, "What's it all about? So he nods sagely, and clasps his hands behind his back, and he walks to the window and stares out at the deep city for a while, just sorta kinda ponders for a while. Hot dogs, popcorn, slabs of cheese, munchies, French bread, anydamnthing. I don't remember the name of the particular theater, but it was on the uptown side of 42nd Street, close to Broadway. My buddy the Texas writer is dead asleep, having polished off a recent meal of three boxes Good'n'Plenty and a frozen chocolate covered banana on a stick. This was an abominable snowman, a tyrannosaurus, a behemoth, a stone righteous muh-fuggin' killer.
Nonetheless, having become something of an ingroup cult figure among those with a high death-wish profile and a taste for cheap thrills, I am often asked, "What's the big secret, Ellison? When she was naked -- and pretty terrific she was, I might add -- I said, "Okay, lie on your back." She lay down again. "Say hello to your mama for me, and thank her for the chicken soup." And I ran for my life. " You ask me if sex is one of the most important things in life? But the lack of it is even likelier to drive you nuts. He is based on an earlier production from the same creators called ‘Henry 9 to 5’ about a commuter who escaped his daily drudgery through daydreaming, often about sexual desires.4 3 2 7 16/40 From An American Tail: Fievel Goes West In this movie about mouse pilgrims settling in America, the dream is a land without cats where the streets are made of cheese. He helps the little mouse Fievel as he makes his own journey to the Wild West avoiding cats and cowboy spiders.Their production spanned over 40 years but their documentary records are few and some of the models are very scarce.There is also the question of how far one should include horse drawn items, which for many collectors sit more happily with the lead figures part of the Charbens range rather than with the motor vehicles.