Friday, March 10, 2017

Logan’s Crawl.

Have you ever heard someone honking so aggressively for so long that you’re like “This was never about the traffic, was it?”

That’ll be my evening tonight, because I’m going to see Logan. But I’ll be down in Orange County beforehand, then driving to Hollywood during rush hour – which means it’s going to take me an hour and 45 minutes to get there.

I presume that will qualify me as having made the longest trek in the world to see Logan. Does that entitle me to anything? A Marvel koozie, perhaps.

An hour and 45 is a beast. It’s a road trip. You could drive from Manhattan to Philly in that time. Only this culminates with me sitting in a theater for two hours and 13 minutes. Eh – my fat ass will tear this up.

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