Heaven is a Dangergous Place was finished and put on the shelf awhile ago. I might dust it off and share with it you publicly, meanwhile, heres the first two paragraphs of something else. Who can guess the music references? #papercuts #emptydays SANPAKU December 12th, 1986. The day two young accident prone immigrants gave birth to their first born; and a day I would resent for years to come. I was born into a family, not a fortune, and shortly after my sister was born we embarked on the American dream: Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. We packed up what little we had and headed west, settling in a rundown and roach ridden studio apartment in the armpit of the San Fernando Valley. It was there that American dream soon turned into reality, and in pursue of happiness we found a nightmare. A nightmare I tried for years to run away from before creating my own later down the line. As a child I was extremely introverted. A shy observer that was often regarded as “well-behaved” by waitresses and check-out clerks at the grocery store. I seldom caused a fuss or whined when I didn’t get my way, and when I did it certainly was not in the public light. I remember thinking how gross and inappropriate it was when other children my age would do such things. Both my mother and I would often roll our eyes in disgust at the nagging, barbaric-like children pulling at the shirts and pant legs of their undisciplinary parents. However, I did have my own set of gross and inappropriate issues that were uncommon for someone as young as myself. I had a strong liking for horror movies and cheap, generic gore. My mother tried to regulate what I was allowed to watch, though ultimately she became an enabler. She worked at a novelty video store in North Hollywood with an extensive library of films. In the beginning I was only allowed to watch the black & white horror classics, but it wasn’t before long I was entertained by The Texas Chainsaw Massacre and reading Fangoria magazine. I was merely five or six years old the first time I watched The Exorcist. To this day it is one of my all time favorite films, mostly for sentimental reasons. It prompted the beginning of a life long infatuation with “the devil”, Satan, Lucifer, etc. that I still possess to this very day. In addendum, my catholic mother would make constant references towards the devil, not necessarily in a threatening manner to scare me, but more romanticizing his mysterious purpose. I remember distinctly one occasion when she told me that most people misinterpreted what the band name AC/DC actually stood for, claiming that it was literally an acronym for “After Christ/Devil Comes”. Sanpaku/Orange, Ca 2013
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