AMP: Artists' Meeting Place and Resource Collective

July 17 2006

I'm walking up Joy street, sipping a lukewarm can of coconut juice through a plastic straw.
It's 5:30pm. My stomach is heavy with the wretched shrimp bisque that I bought at Whole Foods. It was a gloppy, salty, orange pudding mess that I discarded, not even half eaten, into the trash. I should have asked for a refund!
Now I'm sweating my way up this hill, trying to wash the taste away with the coconut juice, except the juice is almost warm and it tastes like the milk left on the bottom after you eat a bowl of Grape-nuts. My stomach protests and further weighs me down.
I'm only out here on Beacon Hill because I got free tickets to a movie, and I wanted to show up early to get a seat. I go to free movies whenever I can because, the logic goes, I can't afford to go to movies otherwise.
But now here I am having already spent $10 on food and drink that I don't like, and all in service of going to see a movie that I didn't particularly want to see in the first place, so what difference does it make, really?