I've Been To Hell, and There's a Big Mouse There
I just spent three hours at Chuck E. Cheese. I can't even quite describe the horror show I witnessed. It was hell. And it was just a normal day for the Mouse and his friends.
I can't help thinking that there is something deeply, deeply wrong about a culture that can produce such a place.
I need a quiet, dark room with carrots, water, and Judy's Breadsticks.
When -- or IF -- I recover, I might try exorcising the demons I brought home with me by writing about it. Or maybe I'll just let the whole day die away and never let its memory touch the light of day.
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