Fans of the horror genre, such as myself, gathered in Dallas, Texas this past weekend for the 12th Annual Texas Frightmare Weekend convention, an all-day excuse to wear profane black t-shirts and confine ourselves in close quarters while not wearing deodorant, sweating off all that excess Monster Energy Drink bloat by standing in line to pay $70 to get the autograph of the guy who played a midget Nazi in the latest Rob Zombie flick.
In other words, it’s one of the few days of the year where I look forward to getting up, a feverish chance to get out of the house and out of the city and, best of all, actually mingle with people who know what I’m talking about, if only for a few scant hours. Any more than that is overkill, to be honest.