
We were dropping like flies, wasting away, getting all kinds of weird diseases like Kaposi’s Sarcoma and PCP Pneumonia. We died, sometimes in horrible agonizing pain, sometimes slowly drowning from the fluid in our lungs. And nobody cared. Nobody gave a damn.”
For me, the scariest part of that paragraph is the ending. The loneliness of it. [Read more…]

Something happened to me when I was 20 years old.
Imagine you’re choosing between holiday parks for your summer break.
When Thomas Harris wrote Red Dragon and Silence of the Lambs, he shadowed his characters in each scene.
Instead of dialling 911, Lou videotapes the blood trails, bullet holes, and bodies of a family mass murdered in their home just seconds ago.
I should’ve said no.