By way of introduction

You can tell a lot about someone by their taste in movies. I used to work with a guy - his first few days I thought we'd get along. We did. But not as well as I'd hoped. We were riffing on movies we liked and there was a ton of overlap, so I loaned him Memento, the neo-noir thriller from 1992, directed by Christopher Nolan. A few days later, he returned my DVD and said to me "Man, I dunno. That was kind of boring."

I was shocked. Perhaps confusing the first time through - but boring? Not a chance.

As time passed, I discovered that this guy required a high level of either nudity or violent action in order to enjoy viewing it. He could discern within these elements if a movie was good or bad and it was here we usually agreed. Take away the tits and the guts, he only saw that it was boring.

I've watched Memento probably half a dozen times. It only gets better. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not out here only watching critical darlings and highbrow bullshit. I also love Dude, Where's My Car? I know it's not good.

Here's one that divides me and my friends. I absolutely hated Inglorious Basterds. 

Maybe I'll get into all of that another time. Just trying to introduce myself here.

I'm Nick. I'm a writer. Mostly Horror. From the street my house probably looks pretty normal. From my house, you all look like a bunch of fuckin' monsters. But that's cool. I like monsters.

I've got a wife, two kids, a cat, a hermit crab, and all these voices.

Most of the time people are surprised to discover I dropped out of high school. It's not my proudest moment. Not even close - but it's indicative of where I've been and who I've been. People think dropping out is for dummies. It is. I was a dummy to quit. If I hadn't, maybe I could be dead already.

The fact is, I can't even remember being in high school (not drug-related). I hated it so much that I've wiped almost the entirety of four years from my mind. I can't remember people's names, except a few close friends. I still have nightmares about those hallways more than twenty years since I last squeaked a filthy Chuck Taylor across those filthy vinyl tiles.

I keep two podcasts on my phone:
The New Yorker Fiction Podcast 
Nightmare Magazine 

I'm a Stephen King junkie

And i just typed thru daylight saving and lost another hour. I'm gonna be useless tomorrow. Wish me luck.