THIS feels a fever dream. Some evening in September 2002. Some box-office thriller I don't remember. The thing lodged in my memory from that night is THIS glorious, typographic mess we found on the tailgate of a late-1960s, Dodge, work truck, a few spots away from our nondescript, commuter car in the theater parking lot. I was awestruck. THIS was pre-iPhone days. I dunno what pocket-sized camera I was packing. But I'm glad I brought it that night, 23 years ago.
