As I sit here still reeling. Feeling the tears wanting to break through. But the medication stopping it. This year has been rough on the Horror world. It seems like we are losing all the greats one after another this year.
This though. You feel like your inspiration. Your heroes are bulletproof. Like they're gonna live forever. This is hitting me hard. I don't know if it's because I'm trying to make a life as a filmmaker. Specifically Director. Or because as a child. Wes Craven to me was like a fixture. Like a second home in the Elm St. Films. People Under The Stairs. Deadly Friend. Shocker. The Hills Have Eyes. Not til later in life Last House On The Left. I would watch his films before I even hit Elementary school. He to me was a God.
You never think your heroes are gonna die. That would be impossible. But here I sit. Tears are finally breaking free. Fuck!
I took this picture earlier. It's all I have on my phone to put in this blog. I had to impulse buy this after work. This is for you Wes. Thank you. I love you.