Natalie was at your house watching a shitty movie. It was late at night, but she lived close to you. She was sleepily sitting on the couch in a strange position; she looked like she was melting off of the couch, she was slumped so much. Her big, curly, frizzy hair nearly swallowing her face.

“I like watching shitty movies… because it makes me feel like I would be an amazing filmmaker. Like… if you watch 2001: A Space Odyssey, it’s like, ‘Jeez, how can anyone make anything better than this?’ But if you watch just a really bad movie, then it’s like, ‘Alright, even I can make a better movie than this’… y’know?”