I went to see it with Savil, and I came home hyper, and hollered, "Hello, Admiral!" to my father as I passed him on the path -- he was wearing a red vest, splitting wood, first name Jim.
I was waiting for that movie for the first part of my freshman year of high school. I wasn't counting the days, quite, but I was aware that it was to be released, and that I needed to see it. Not wanted. Needed. Wanted, I could do without. Needed, I had to be there in order to see it. I had to make it. Because I had to see it.
