I’ve been think a lot about my mom a lot today so I thought I’d post a few thoughts. Looking back, I am amazed how much she had to deal with just me. I was a tad bit of a spaz, a terrible student and really kind of a loner as a kid but she went out of her way to help guide me.
She bought me my first Super 8 camera, my first jar of foam latex, my first bass and my first typewriter.
When I saw the Brady Bunch kids make a volcano I decided to do the same, except I used flash-powder and lighter fluid. It looked great but it cost me a bed and some curtains and my eyebrows.
When I saw Altered Stated I built a 100 gallon depravation tank in our two bedroom apartment. Of course it exploded after a few hours and my mom came home to teenagers on mushrooms trying to drain ankle-deep water out of the apartment.
I went through a brief Harold & Maude phase (in conjunction with the special effects make-up phase) and would be laying dead on the floor when she came home from work every night with pencils through my head or laying in a pool of blood. She got so used to it, she’d just step over me and say, “That better not stain the carpet.”
But the one memory of my mom that has always stuck with me, was her taking me to see Alien (because I was too young to get in alone). She watched the entire film with her hands over her eyes. She did that for me.
I wanted to get this out now, before it’s too late, so I can tell her how much it meant to me.