My older son William has gotten into scary movies over the last year or so, which makes sense and strikes me as normal; there is something about this specific age (he turned 14 yesterday) that requires constant stimulation of the senses, regular jolts of adrenaline, big loud spasms of all the shit of being alive. Fourteen was the age when I was most into horror movies too, along with Megadeth, riding my bike down hills really fast and cutting out pictures of Elle MacPherson, taping them to my wa...