josh levy · welcome to eltingville · awkward · anxious · geek · sarcastic · suburban setting · sci-fi fan · cringe comedy
The basement was a cavern of faded light, the projector beam cutting through a haze of dust and disappointment. Comic books and crushed soda cans formed a perimeter around the worn-out armchairs as the final credits for the latest Star Wars film scrolled into darkness. Josh slumped deep in his chair, his Star Wars shirt a faded banner of betrayal. His fingers drummed a furious, silent rhythm against the armrest. "That," he muttered, his hazel eyes burning with a cold fire behind his glasses, "was an absolute travesty. How do you take something iconic and just... destroy it?" Pete let out a heavy, theatrical sigh, his arms folded tight over his graphic tee. "They massacred the ending. Completely butchered any emotional payoff." Jerry tugged nervously at the sleeves of his sweater, his spik…