When I was little we watched it on Christmas Eve.
As my sisters and I grew up and Mom left Dad for a guy she met at work, we watched it on Christmas morning, after we opened presents from Santa.
My 1st stepdad hated it whenever anyone said the word “gook” at Christmas dinner, but it was okay if he said it. He didn’t last long, but I guess that’s pretty obvious.
I wanted to be called Joker, but my sisters said I couldn’t because I was a girl.
I wrote “Born to Kill” on my bike helmet and my teacher had a conference with my mom and her third husband, Randy.
Randy said that we should be watching Platoon on Christmas and Full Metal Jacket on Easter. I understood why when I was older.
We used to take a break after Private Pyle kills his sergeant then himself; it just seemed like a natural place to go to the bathroom or make some popcorn.
