Stories from the IMAX: Pipes and Pills

As it was, a rainy day at the the IMAX. People were sad and lonely, for they recognized a bit of themselves with the dribbles of rain drops falling to the ground. They knew that they were no longer floating free of fears, of problems. They were once flying high, in the sky, but something had brought them down. For they, they themselves, had also fallen, along with the precipitation. Uppers, Downers, Lefters, Righters... these are what they used to cope with the horrible horrible storm. The worst storm the IMAX had ever seen yesterday. As I was cleaning the theaters, I felt like I was also cleansing the lives and souls of the people who watched Wall-E 5 minutes before I arrived. A corn cob pipe in Auditorium 15, and a bottle of pills in Auditorium 2. The pipe, as you see above, smelled greatly of the Stinky Green. And the bottle of pills, smelled of a high rollers bingo room, the kind you see in the movies. The pipe, maybe, to feel the goodness. The pills, maybe, to get rid of the pain. Both, to get away from your family, or your burdens... sometimes they go together... but this was no ordinary day, no. This day came complete with redemption. With strength. With responsibility. With the ability to recognize their flaws and be able to fix it. To know that everyone has problems, and you must learn to cope with them without hurting yourself. To learn to ignore your family at times and not listen to everything they say, because it will most assuredly piss you off and lead you down the wrong road. They realized that they were going down this wrong road, and left their drug paraphernalia behind, along with their down spiraling lives... or they were just stupid and forgot. Yep, that's the one. Be back soon.