As long as I can remember, I've been a fan of horror flicks. The gory bright red blood and guts, the maniac killer/monster, the dark humor, and of course...the buxom scream queens. When I was five years old, I had broken my leg and was in traction in the hospital. My father came to visit me one night and brought a movie with him...An American Werewolf in London. Needless to say, the other kids in the Children's Unit weren't too happy, neither were their parents or the hospital staff. After that, it was horror all the way. My first drive-in movie was Maximum Overdrive by Stephen King. I used to get in trouble when I was a kid for drawing pictures of decapitated super heroes and bloody skulls wrapped in snakes. Nowadays, I'm all grown up and drawing different stuff like floating legless bloody torsos and dead guys sporting Columbian neckties. I have an extensive horror movie collection and am currently writing a zombie comic mini-series with a friend from college. Also, I hope to one day reside at 1313 Elm st...wherever that may be. Keep it greusome, toodles.
