i’ll never forget how scared i was when i went to see spike lee’s,
“summer of sam“.
i remember karaoke dropping me home and running my ass into my building.
she was equally as scared too.
i’m not scared of myers,
i’ll admit i was shook over chuckie and zombies as a kid tho.
“summer of sam” was based on a real serial killer in new yawk by the name of david berkowitz.
his thing was shooting people,
either in cars or walking,
at point-blank range.
he claims his next-door neighbor’s dog told him to kill people.
he had this city in a headlock in the late 70s.
the case always fascinated me tbh.
i decided to watch the first episode of “the sons of sam: a descent into darkness” on netflix yesterday…
but i can’t fuck with the other 3 episodes…
That shit fucked my energy real bad.
that show started getting real demonic.
i’m learning i’m a pretty high functioning empath in these forests.
i can pick up on energy really quickly.
i have to be careful with what i let into my space.
i made this VN for my secret tapes:
lowkey: i think if a serial killer hit this city in this decade,
it would end up being a meme or a dance challenge.
technology is so advanced that it wouldn’t last long.
the hood would still be outside,
begging for him/her/it/them to pull up.
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