The year is 1993. I’m 8 years old, visiting Orlando with my family for a trip to Disney World. After a few days filled with scorching heat and roller coasters, we decided to go to the theater to watch a… Continue Reading →
I acknowledge that I belong to a niche audience that appreciates absurd horror films, and I have come to terms with this aspect of my identity. I enjoy what some might call B-rated horror films, such as Zombeavers, which I… Continue Reading →
