Story #8 - My Chinese Movie Theater

When we were kids, my siblings and I would go to this Chinese movie theater close by. We’d watch kung fu movies and even dramas (that we pretended to like so we’d look cool). Nobody that worked there cared if you were ten and watching R-rated movies. There would be a hodgepodge of plastic and metal foldout chairs laid out in scribbled rows. The concession stand was a cheap plastic table, and one scrawny teenager - who was most likely the owner’s son - would sell cheese-flavored shrimp chips and soymilk. We knew we’d never find another place like it.