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1. #Transformers the movie instruments of destruction movie#
2. #Transformers the movie instruments of destruction free#

Once returning to Ohio, I went directly to bed. The next day there was a three-hour delay just miles into Kentucky from Tennessee. We stayed at a motel in Cleveland, TN that had bloodstains on the sheets, and I think a human turd was found under the bed. My brother had to piss, but there were no exits for miles he pissed into a large empty Wendy’s cup, overfilling it and causing a mess. I-75 near Atlanta was congested and took about two hours to get through. The trip back home was met with all kinds of complications. I was far more excited to see this film than going to Disney World. In my head, I was all “fuck you, that’s not opening night” but outwardly I was all “then, we are seeing it Sunday, right?” I was assured that Sunday would be the day. We were going to be leaving and would be back home on the 9th. I kept on reminding both parents that we needed to get back home.

#Transformers the movie instruments of destruction movie#

My theory is, up until that point, the only movie theater I ever been to was the Wheelersburg Cinema, so for some sort of psychological comfort or something, I needed to see it there. I don’t understand why I thought this, but I did. For some reason, I was worried I was not going to be able to see it if we didn’t make it back home by that date (like they didn’t have movie theaters in Florida). On August 8th, Transformers: The Movie was going to be released. I enjoyed this part of the trip more than the other two, but I still couldn’t wait to get back home. Long walks admiring aquatic wildlife were taken, elaborate sand structures were built, blue crabs were caught, stingrays were almost stepped on, and my dad’s swimming trunks split in half and flew off into the abyss while on one those high-speed waterslides, leaving him entirely nude at some waterpark near Tampa.

We somehow got a good deal renting this hotel room that was much larger than my current apartment. It was less crowded, more relaxed/laid back, and, at least, during the mid ‘80s, seemingly more working class. The Gulf side was far better than the Atlantic. However, once again, I was preoccupied and was not fully enjoying the moment (fuck, who am I kidding - preoccupied or not, I’ve never been able to be in the moment). I did leave the park with a Randotti skull, so that was something. Other than the parents of those involved, no one gave a shit about any of this, and there was way too much of it. Disney World had far too many cheesy performances from various high school kids across the county. I remember it as being kind of fun, but I thought the amusement parks we had back in Ohio - Cedar Point and King’s Island - were superior (way better rides). I wasn’t feeling it, and moreover, my mind was definitely on other things to come. The Atlantic side, in my opinion, sucked. My parents went to the meeting, and we got the two nights in the hotel. They didn’t play the goddamned stock market, and they sure as hell didn’t have enough to buy a fuckin’ condo. My mom and dad’s combined income was probably around $30,000 per year.

#Transformers the movie instruments of destruction free#

We got two free nights in a hotel if my parents attended some conference about buying real estate and investing in some company. People tend to think they are more odd, strange, and fucked up than they really are.

Then, after meeting these proclaimed crazy-ass, eccentric families, I’m completely disappointed they always come across as fairly bland and not funny in the least, much like a family that would be in one of those goddamn fake documentary sitcoms. I hear so many people say this about their families. My family is pretty fucked up, but in a good way. The trip took us from the Atlantic coast (to some goddamn real estate pyramid scheme thing - more on this later) to Orlando (gee, I wonder why) and, finally, to the Gulf coast. Overall, the trip was memorable. I really try to know as much as I can about whatever it may be. If I’m into something, it’s never casual. Now, of course, at this age, most kids are probably into this kind of stuff, but when I say I was really into things, I was REALLY into things. I was really into certain cartoons, television shows, movies, video games, etc. Here is my brief recollection.ĭuring the last week of July and the first week of August of 1986, I found myself in Florida. It immediately had an impact, but over the years, judging from its position in pop culture, I think it was a more profound experience than what I remember. On August 10, 1986, I saw Transformers: The Movie. Instruments of destruction/ Tools of foul play/ It’s a vile interruption/ Existence drifts away or “Oh shit, what are we gonna do now!?” Posted: Aug| Author: Deadly Allen Grell | Filed under: Uncategorized | Leave a comment