The Drive-In
No, not that Drive-In…
The book. The books. I don’t remember the content of the book themselves, horror, B-Movie, abandoned drive-in in East Texas? Yeah, not much to go on, but I recall the excitement, as I was in cold-water bedsit, in Tempe, AZ (go sun devils?)
The two, slim paperbacks have been constant companions ever since. Not to mention, like a gateway drug for the bulk of that author’s canon of work, fearful that it might be.
Then, too, he was the very best writing advice, anywhere.
