this morning #830.

this morning, though as of today i was now a grown-ass seventy-five year old man, i still found supreme satisfaction in plumbing the depths of the most bone-chilling, disturbing aspects of the world around us. in almost fifty years of exploiting people’s fears, i’d covered a bunch of ground. creepy clowns? done it. creepy kids? did that too. creepy pets? yep. alcoholism? been there. school shootings? killer viruses? totally foretold both of those. the rise of the machines? TBD. all i wanted was to pit the forces of good & evil against each other on the page & let them duke it out. catharsis for me. catharsis for you. along the way, i ended up being worth a half billion. not bad for a gangly maniac.