Meh. That's nothing. I have an old ticket stub to the Apple Theater on Boren. It has two lurid-looking Xs on it, the third having been torn off by the ticket taker. I remember naively asking my friends if we should call ahead to find out when the show began. I also remember the extremely creepy feeling of being the only woman there, the sticky floor, and the sudden gratitude toward my two beefy, male friends sitting on each side of me.
Oh, and the squeaking chair coming from somewhere behind me. The squeaks grew more rapid until they suddenly stopped.
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