My best buddy Lee and I used to get together and have marathon viewings of horror flicks and weird movies. I would invarably fall asleep first, but those were some of the best times I’ve ever had. Over the years (many, many years) I’ve developed into a horrible movie patron. I have attention defecit disorder (hard to believe, I know) and I just can’t seem to sit still long enough to watch a whole movie, let alone 5 or 6 of ‘em.

But, we used to drink a pot or two of java, fire up the VCR and pop in some great titles. Toxic Avenger (and all the Troma flicks,) anything with Bruce Campbell in it, anything with blood on the cover or the promise of zombie boobs. We’d occasionally throw in the science fiction picture, but mostly, it was horror and gore.

I miss the campiness, the fun of sitting around glued to the flickering tube at 4 in the morning, watching dismemberments, reanimations and normally inanimate objects coming to life and killing hundreds of scantily clad college girls.

Oddly, it kept us out of trouble, our bloodlust. Sure, we screwed around and did things illegal or immoral, but in a weird way, the movies kept us grounded. Let out some of that teen angst with every thrust of a machete in those grainy movies.

I miss hanging out and laughing and chilling out until the wee hours. Such simple times. I think that’s what I miss. Simplicity and no real stress. Punk was simple. Still is. Maybe that’s why it still appeals to me in my old age. Simple…

I wax pathetic again. One of our faves, for your viewing pleasure: