In our final ethical dilemma of this evening, you're in a Zone, a zone where nothing is what .... has not already been covered in a much cooler way by Rod Serling. This is that Zone.
You are here with your young son, hanging out with friends outside the stadium for a Rolling Stones concert. No-one is doing much as there are no tickets so the plan is to hang about to listen to the Stones from outside. It's all going so well and the music is so grand that you hardly notice when you enter the Zone.
The Zone is the one in which Mother realizes her son has disappeared. Here are thousands and thousands of people. How can Mother ever find him again. Has he been kidnapped and taken to Morocco to trade for camels and drugs.
Take a moment, if you will, to savor the feeling of Mother Terror in seeing your son is lost at a Stones concert and you have no fucking idea how to find him. Let that ride for just a minute and let that terror just crash over you like some kind of hundred-foot tidal wave.
Until he comes wandering back up to you.
Hi.
What? Where have you been!
I was in the show, Mom. I told them I got separated from my Mother and she was inside somewhere. They let me in. It was really cool!
He's made the cute play and he got to see the Rolling Stones. He disappeared without a word for all that time.
So.
Are you pissed or are you proud? Your call, Mom!
You are here with your young son, hanging out with friends outside the stadium for a Rolling Stones concert. No-one is doing much as there are no tickets so the plan is to hang about to listen to the Stones from outside. It's all going so well and the music is so grand that you hardly notice when you enter the Zone.
The Zone is the one in which Mother realizes her son has disappeared. Here are thousands and thousands of people. How can Mother ever find him again. Has he been kidnapped and taken to Morocco to trade for camels and drugs.
Take a moment, if you will, to savor the feeling of Mother Terror in seeing your son is lost at a Stones concert and you have no fucking idea how to find him. Let that ride for just a minute and let that terror just crash over you like some kind of hundred-foot tidal wave.
Until he comes wandering back up to you.
Hi.
What? Where have you been!
I was in the show, Mom. I told them I got separated from my Mother and she was inside somewhere. They let me in. It was really cool!
He's made the cute play and he got to see the Rolling Stones. He disappeared without a word for all that time.
So.
Are you pissed or are you proud? Your call, Mom!
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