Hmmm, I spy with my little eye something that looks like eggs hiding in the grass.
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
When I was a kid and went to get myself some candy the cashier's counter was always surrounded by all these National Inquirer newspapers. Now the National Inquirer of the 60's was not your celebrity rag that it is today, rather it was a horrific blood-soaked gorefest. I recall one headline in particular, "Man Rips Out Own Tongue" and there's this guy holding his tongue and all this blood everywhere. So just to get some candy and comic books one had to proceed through this gauntlet of gore and nightmarish horror. In other words in order to have my puchases totaled up I had to avert my eyes or be totaly grossed out.