i saw this movie when it was brand new, on a weeknight, with a buddy of mine. his name was skip. he died of "the bug", meaning AIDS. he was a good friend of mine when i first got clean and sober, and the first openly gay guy i knew.

my first wife was sick of me and strongly suggested i go do something away from her. i went to the movies with skip. i loved that version of me. i absolutely didn't give a fuck what people thought of me. hanging out with skip, i mean. everybody else could go fuck themselves. seriously.

when the real scary parts started, skip started feeling the part and covered up his head and wriggled around in the seat. i wondered if he was high. i was very careful with sobriety in those days and wouldn't even have been around him if i thought he was high. he wasn't. he was just into the movie.
it's crazy how many classic movies i saw the first week they were out. it made an impression on me and i liked the places the series went, except when it went off course for one movie.

I wish I could've seen Alien when it was first in the movies but I was young enough that I had to wait until it came to cable. ;-)

Good on you for hanging out with Skip. The world needs more of that.