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Then I hear it. A sound from above, the second level.
â€œClick … click, click … click, click, click.â€
I look up. I see a haze of smoke sixty feet up hovering near the ceiling. The ceiling lights shine through the haze, creating a hellish orange glow. Then I realize what the sound is- itâ€™s the sound of dozens of lighters firing off.
I hear a womanâ€™s â€œAhhh … ughhh … ahhh!â€ not from the movie, but a live voice from above. Then I hear a manâ€™s voice: â€œYeahhh take it all bitch!â€
I look up. There' s something peaking over the second floor railing above. My eyes focus. Those are a chickâ€˜s breasts flopping over the railing. Somebody unseen is pounding her from behind. This is unrestrained chaos, blatantly defying the laws of decent civilization. I love it.
I return to the lobby. The Indian guyâ€™s reading a magazine and doesnâ€™t look up. Above him is a sign: â€œNo Smoking, No Drugs, No Lewd Conduct- No Exceptions!â€ I walk up two flights of stairs to the upper level and push through the ratty red curtain.
I canâ€™t see. Thereâ€™s no additional lighting beyond the residual light from the movie screen below. My eyes adjust slightly, but itâ€™s still like walking in a dark tomb. I trip on a step. The air smells different somehow, I can guess the reason, a blend of crack smoke and stale semen. I reach the top where the theater seats stop and there are two rows of metal benches like youâ€™d find at a high school football game. In the darkness, I stumble over someone whoâ€™s on the floor with their legs sticking into the aisle. He or she doesnâ€™t move.
â€œIâ€™m very sorry, please excuse me,â€ I say wondering whether the legs belong to someone whoâ€™s dead or dying