When I was 12, I had a fondness for horror movies like the 'Wolfman.' The boy next door said I should read Poe.
I'm a really big fan of all things macabre in general; Halloween happens to be my favorite holiday.
I'm constantly watching people. Watching their strengths and weaknesses. I find myself going into theater less and less, let alone horror. I gave that up when I was seven or eight years old.
Like so many other bored teens, I was a bored teen with a hobby. The only difference was mine was obsessing about crime.
Most of my interests in terms of writing are dark, so it's discordant how much I try to lock into the vibe of wherever I'm at. Inhabiting the life of the imagination is the nature of survival strategy - you build yourself little worlds to enjoy.
I didn't really like superheroes. I liked monsters and war comics.
I was such a bizarre conundrum of everything that makes you worry about a child. I was a bad student. I got picked on a lot. I loved horror movies.
When I was 13 years old, I was obsessed with horror films. I even had, like, a binder that I filled with badly copied images from the Internet of, like, 'Pinhead and Basket Case.'
I never really fitted in, because I've always been interested in really dark things.
