“Ooh, Gina, the guy at the end of the bar is checking you out.” “No, he’s not, Becks.” “Sure he is. He’s not looking at me. Look!” “Oh, my gosh. He’s totally staring! What a creeper.” “Ladies, drinks compliments of the gentleman at the end of the bar.” “Gina, I…
When you’ve been to Hell and back (usually on vacation in late July), the idea of death doesn’t seem so scary or pressing. In fact, knowing what’s on the other side can make you look forward to the prospect of dying. I know I, for one, am really looking forward…
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Featuring movie essays from the Head Monsters of SML and others that explore our love for horror cinema! Published by the Collinsport Historical Society.
