When I was in grade-eight I went to the Red Rock Theater on Charleston...
As I’ve aged, I’ve lost my stomach and that’s kind of a bummer. But, the fact is… I’m living in one of these films. My daily is filled with blood, and shit, and bile. When was the last time you saw (not to mentioned smelled) human bile? For me it was yesterday. And it’s always “yesterday” no matter when you’re reading this. It’s too bad. I really used to dig these movies. But, as I sit over here wallowing in self-pity, something that I’ve honed to an edge worthy of Masamune, my mind turns to what reality is like for my son.
If this is the type of horror movie my life resembles, Owen’s life must be Lovecraftian. I can’t even fathom the confusing, fucked up, terrifying, bizarre experience his reality is. Fuck.
1 Blog 3 Goals: 1. A Constitutional amendment overturning Citizen's United | 2. Abolish the Electoral College | 3. Reinstate Glass-Steagall. We. Can. Do. This.