I was having maybe the worst month of my life when I saw Aliens at the Landmark Sunshine, and I'm pretty sure it was the only thing that saved me.
The details are fairly mundane. I was unemployed; I'd been dumped; I'd decided to deal with all this by hooking up with a stranger, and of course that had gone in the direction of broken condoms and Plan B and hormonal anarchy, probably just because I didn't think anything worse could happen. Right when you think you've hit bottom, sweet Baby Jesus comes and puts a curse on your junk. It had taken serious work, [...]