This piece is fictional, and intended purely as a parody. It is not intended to communicate any true or factual information, and is for entertainment purposes only. Barbecues, mainly. And this is part ...
I was a difficult little boy, and when my mother’s chronic illnesses made it impossible for her to care for me, she packed me off to her errant father, the filmmaker Anton Pavlak.
“… Why don't critics talk about those things—what a feat it was to turn that that way, and what a feat it was to remember that, to be reminded of that by this?” ...
“They did type me as a horror writer, but I have been able to do all sorts of things within that framework.” I didn’t think I would ever tell this story. My wife told me not to; she said no one would ...