I don't know that I want to learn a way of making all the bits fit in. I suppose to suggest that it is the scribbled lines & puzzles with 999 pieces that make all the living really worth it would answer its own quandary, wouldn't it?
I'll try to keep it simple then. I'll just give the stations; filling the time between them is your own business.
I'll start us off back in October, when I entered a contest, presented by Son Of Ghoul & Bump In The Night Productions. The prize was a Jason Voorhees mask, signed by Ari Lehman & Tom Savini.
I suppose it's no great secret that I'm a lifelong fan of Horror Films. I suppose as well that my cynicism is not a big shock to anyone who's stopped through here before. I never thought I had a chance to win, but Jason Voorhees & Tom Savini are two of my life's great legendary figures; I wasn't going to walk away from even the chance of winning this.
I'd more-or-less forgotten all about the contest, then, just last week the buzzer rang & the UPS guy handed me a box. No signature, just, "Have a good day."
I had no idea what it was, but I love getting packages in the mail, so I ran upstairs like an oversized kid, ripped the box open, and inside I did not find a Jason hockey mask, I found a full-face, rubber mask of Jason Voorhees, from the first Friday The 13th film, all disfigured, and undisguised:
It was accompanied by this:
Happy as a little girl.
Funny thing, that. I have, of late, been closer to happy than has seemed possible to me for a very long while. I'm still a long way off from chipper, but I'm starting to remember the things that used to get me off of the couch, and fired up to look through a lens, or messy pages with ink.
There's no great epiphany for you here, if that's what you're looking for. Just catharsis for myself. The closest thing to an epiphany is my inching toward trusting my instincts, my thoughts, and my ability to fight my way out when the crowd inevitiably turns into the pack of rabid dogs I know them to be.
Just me learning how to communicate again. How to trust the people I claim to love enough to admit to them when I'm broken, rather than just becoming one of those rabid dogs myself.
