It is 12:44 a.m. and my theater is gone.

I opened up for the last time as a manager today. I answered the phone for the last time. I somehow made it through my shift without crying with each regular that passed my box office.

I cleaned up the place for the last time with my co-workers for the last time tonight. I watched boxes of supplies get boxed up and shipped off. I helped inventory for the last time. I walked the multicolored halls for the last time helping clean. I watched my friend break down Argo and helped shut off the lights in booth for the final time.

The first movie I remember watching was Thor. The last movie I saw was Hotel Transylvania.

So many good memories, and such pain from the fact that it's gone. If I'm not around for a while there's a reason why.

Long live the 14.