I am off to the dentist’s office today for a much postponed moment of reckoning.
While I grapple with that existential trauma, allow me to dredge up another canister of nightmare fuel from the dark crevasses of my childhood.
CUT TO AUGUST, 13 1958: Jack Cole experiences a chilling premonition of things to come, pulls his station wagon into a sporting goods parking lot, walks in and purchases a hunting rifle.
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January 10th, 2013 - 5:55 pm
Jesus Christ, Andrew.