One Friday night my dad took me to rent Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back. We pushed through the door as a man sliced his leg apart with a rusty blade, SAW's iconic scene.
"Jesus Christ," dad said. "Families come here, little kids, and you got that shit on first thing?"
A teenaged overweight greasy pink-haired employee raised her hand in apology. She clicked it off.
Later dad and I ate pizza and watched Star Wars. I couldn't stop thinking about the guy cutting himself. How did it sound when the limb finally dropped from his body? Would he die after all? Was anyone coming to save him? I'd have to work at Blockbuster if I wanted answers. I was willing to wait.