I used to love horror films. But, in my old age, I’ve become a milktoast pussy. Maybe it’s the whole living alone thing. Maybe it’s the lack of chemicals that used to make hewn limbs dancing around weak narratives seem like “art”. Who knows. All’s I know is that gone are the days of Rob Zombie-thons and pausing my life to watch Texas Chainsaw Massacre when it came on T.V…. Read More