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It’s a clear, sunny day. Then there’s an explosion. It all seems to happen in a second. People are screaming and running down the street. White smoke billows upward, filling the street already choked with panicked people and drifting up and mixing with the tops of buildings. Police officers jump into action, sifting through the rubble and carrying broken, injured citizens away from the hell.
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Friends, family and curious guests packed the AMC Showplace 12 Thursday night for an exclusive screening of Ball State alumnus Kenny Stevenson’s independent film “Cheery Point.”
Attendees of an independent film screening Thursday night will be transported to a community that takes a medication called “torpase” that prevents its users from experiencing psychological pain or pleasure. The smothering of emotion and the dark implications therein couldn’t more purely contradict the namesake of the story’s setting “Cheery Point” in North Carolina.
Rukmini Callimachi has been called a combat journalist, a title she said she doesn’t agree with. However, she has seen one war, countless coups and multiple massacre sites during her time in French West Africa. Callimachi didn’t come to Ball State to talk about the deaths of men, but the lives of young girls: the hunger brides of Niger.
The Jeff Clevenger 5k has attracted runners since the first step was taken ten years ago, but the event this Saturday is another bounding stride in a growing and evolving narrative that began in tragedy.
On a frigid Friday, right around the time the beer-munchies set in, those prowling the streets craving salt, fat and carbs can get their fix from K&K Grilled Cheese.
Downtown Muncie is normally quiet, but empty streets will soon be overrun with drag queens, belly dancers and mechanical bull riders at this year’s 12th annual Muncie Gras celebration. From 7 p.m. to 2 a.m. on Saturday, the 21-and-over mix of college students and locals can listen to the twelve bands perform, participate in games such as human bowling, indulge in fair foods and enjoy the main attraction of the event — the booze.
In addition to enjoying local bands and 50 cent PBR, music fans can show their support for an international relief organization tonight at Be Here Now. At 9 p.m., three local bands will play in a benefit show for Oxfam America. The $5 cover collected at the door will be donated to the organization.
James Simmons fell heavily on the couch in the lobby of the Motivate Our Minds building. A small boy sat next to him, thrusting a copy of “Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets” into his hands. They took turns reading a page at a time, Simmons helping the boy when he struggled. After-school tutoring often takes this form at the Muncie-based education organization.
James Simmons, a Ball State student, fell heavily on the couch in the lobby of the Motivate Our Minds building. A small boy sat next to him, thrusting a copy of “Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets” into his hands. They took turns reading a page at a time, Simmons helping the boy when he struggled. After-school tutoring often takes this form at the Muncie-based education organization.
The sound of a deep bass echoed through the room as the curtain rose. Shifting figures transitioned into men, bald and painted blue, pounding percussion instruments to the screams of the crowd. Three silhouettes danced along the walls of John R. Emens Auditorium on Tuesday night.
The Cave Theatre is divided. A damp stone-wall of paint and plywood will separate the stage as well as the audience.
In a gravel lot on Riggin Road, a doublewide trailer sits fully equipped for human occupation. The amenities include a kitchen with shelves and a sink, restrooms and a fenced-in backyard. However, all the furniture is for cats. Inside the door, a waist-high metal gate closes off the house from the door. Upholstered towers dot the living room and a purple catwalk runs along the ceiling, with holes cut through the wall to create a building-wide network.
At 420 N. Martin St., in the shadow of Cleo’s Bourbon Bar, stands a worn, brown metal door. It leads to a flight of stairs and into 420 Underground. “The address actually prompted the name,” said Vanessa Dockrey, 27, manager of Wishbone Gift Shop, which owns 420 Underground in The Village. “420 North Martin, and we just called it the 420 Underground.” Inside stands manager Jacob Price, 24. His hair in dreadlocks, he cards customers as they walk in. Ska and reggae music plays off of a Mac behind the counter. “It took me forever to get this job,” he said. “I applied when I was 18 during high school, and I didn’t get the job until I was 19 or 20.” The venue is beneath street level and light seeps in from the street above. To the left, customers can browse their collection of posters, ranging from “Pulp Fiction” to Pamela Anderson. About half of the sleeves are empty, as the store’s supply is running somewhat dry. “I like the idea that it’s dark and kind of secluded,” Dockrey said. “When buying tobacco accessories, a lot of people like the seclusion.” The front counter houses smaller, single hit pipes as well as tobacco cigarettes, including traditional brands like Camel or Marlboro. Intricately carved wooden cigarette holders rest in a glass box on the counter. A sign behind the counter says, “All of our products have a traditional, historical use for tobacco smoking.” Glass display cases house 420 Underground’s wares, pipes, water pipes, lighters and acrylic glass cigarettes. A few are neatly organized and others are piled atop each other. It varies from case to case. Some of the pipes are manufactured while others are hand blown. There’s one in the shape of a pink elephant: the stem is its trunk and the bowl isin the small of is its back. “Occasionally we deal with walk in artists,” Dockrey said. “We’ll kinda pick out of their cases, but the artist that we feature locally at both stores is Austin Yoder. He used to work here [at Wishbone] for five years. Then he started blowing glass, so we carry his stuff because he still lives in town. It’s not really any specific blowers. Probably the biggest name is Bear Claw down there. The rest of it is Chaos Water Pipes, Huffy Glass, and the rest of it is just ordered randomly.” The rest of the stock is bought online or through wholesalers. “We’re the paycheck to paycheck prices,” she said. 420 Underground began three years ago as an offshoot of Wishbone Gifts, located in downtown Muncie. The shop wanted a location closer to campus. “People want the cheap stuff,” said Price, who has worked for Wishbone and 420 Underground for four years. “But near the end of the semester, when students sell their books, we see more of them come in and maybe buy a more expensive pipe they’ve always wanted.” Price said the primary source of sales comes from shisha, an intricate pipe system utilizing slow burning coals and filtration water, with mouth pieces on the end of one or multiple hoses. Dockery maintains that community and personality are the most valuable things the store offers. “I always feel like the people I work with are really great people,” she said. “I’ve enjoyed getting to know all of them, and I feel like if you walk in to any one of our stores you get to meet us like family.” The establishment also prides its self on its role in the Muncie community. They maintain that since 420 Underground is a local business, all of the money spent there stays in the local economy, an important issue during hard economic times. The business always tries to give back to its clientele. “We get bigger sales, but less traffic [than Wishbone, 420’s parent store],” Price said. “More money is exchanged at once, but there’s fewer people stopping through here.” Every April 20, Wishbone and 420 Underground have a 20 percent off tobacco accessory sale. A local or regional band is hired to play, Carter’s donates free hot dogs and Wishbone buys beer that is given away to those who make purchases. “We call it ‘Hippie Holiday,’” Dockrey said. Despite the modest accommodations and its three-year history, 420 Underground is happy and content with the role it plays in the Village. “It’s just a small local head shop,” Dockrey said. “You know, a nice homey place.”