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Late one night, we found ourselves at our favorite 24-hour gas station, the unofficial hangout for bored teens. The fluorescent lights flickered above as we stocked up on candy bars and fountain sodas, fueling our excitement for the midnight showing at the nearby Alma Cinema movie theater.
One night, feeling particularly adventurous, we decided to sprint over to the theater instead of driving the 500 yards. The only obstacle was a massive ditch that separated us from our late-night cinematic fix. Jacob and I took a running start and leaped over the gap like champions. However, Justin, our less athletically inclined friend, had other plans.
As I turned back to cheer him on, I noticed something alarming: Justin was missing! Just then, in true action movie fashion, his hand emerged from the depths of the ditch, clawing at the grass as he struggled to pull himself out.
When he finally surfaced, he looked like a cotton candy monster—head to toe covered in cat tail fluff. It was a sight so ridiculous that Jacob and I burst into uncontrollable laughter.
We made it to the theater just in time, still chuckling at Justin's unfortunate predicament. As the movie played, I turned to see Justin sitting alone in his row—dressed in his Vietnam War era Army trench coat and Air Jordans—looking absolutely furious at the world. But what really caught our attention was that he was still adorned with tufts of cat tail cotton sticking out from every angle.
We couldn't help but laugh even harder, realizing that Justin had inadvertently become the star of the night. As we settled into our seats, we knew this would be a movie night we'd never forget—thanks to our friend's epic fail and his new nickname: "Cotton Swamp Monster."