Chrisonomicon

Tuesday, March 20, 2001

It came out of nowhere, really. I turned the page and there it was: a ticket stub for "As Good As It Gets." I don?t even remember seeing that movie. Fingering the paper between my thumb and forefinger, I thought it was strangely soft as thought it had somehow captured the humid air between its fibers. I wondered who I had seen it with and how old I was (there was no year, only a month and a day -- January 15th to be exact). I smiled at the $3.50 price and sighed, thinking I sounded like an old man reminiscing about the good ol? days when prices were reasonable. I tucked the ticket back into the book and continued reading. I had reclaimed a piece of myself -- even if it only represented a two hour movie.