Night of the NAKED dead

 

 

 

 

 

 

I was running fast from the high school yesterday. These people I'm going to refer to as bullies chased me all the way to my doorstep. I ran so fast I couldnt even worry about stopping by and getting my bike which I ditched half way through the sprint. I feel that every time I have to pass the highschool after work I should just take the long route but I forget and these freshmen always think they are so cool beating up on a thirty something man. I mean come on just cause I'm almost double your age doesnt mean beating on my and giving me a nuggy is all that "Cool" It doesnt make me a loser... cause well I got a ... job (that I've had for about three weeks now) . So jokes on them. I dont still live with my mom. So suck it. 

 

So I threw all my sweaty clothes on the couch said hello to the roaches feasting on last night's couch pizza and here I went into a film that I though could be stimulating in some very wanted places. NIGHT OF THE NAKED DEAD. Lets be honest here... as I skimmed movies to watch this gave me wood on the poster so I thought "Well if there is anything like this through out the film I might be able to wash off this bad day and blast it right into the "GOOD DAY" category. 

 

Three minutes into this BUTT BUSTER I literally began to cry. It wasn't voluntary I just started getting a lot of former old emotions running through my head. You see this movie started really getting to me because of my strong past of owning a couch. I don't own one now which confuses me over the couch pizza. But the movie revolves around this couch in this house and it reminds me of the love I once had. We did everything ... we traveled to the moon, we spoke different languages, I lost my virginity to that couch and we felt that we'd be together forever. It left me finally... we broke up... through the stains of life we could have been such a pair but we never agreed on anything and it didnt agree with me that it was flammable. Some times in this world we forget that LIFE HAPPENS. And life happened all over my dreams. 

 

So sitting on my now discontinued bean bag I noticed that nothing was going on in this movie. No death... no zombies... no dead anything besides my hopes and dreams. No nudity that is worth noting... no hot chicks to dream about... Just hopless eternity of lustlessness. It turned me off and so I did the same to it.