I've always been a big Clint Eastwood fan. I feel like I've grown up with him and he's like a family member somehow and maybe he’s my uncle who gives me beer and let’s me smoke cigarettes and look at his dirty stag magazines while my dad is off praying and shit and thinking up …
The other day I was blathering on about something and something led to me thinking about Harry Stephen Keeler and his weird ass writing which made me remember these weird ass things from my youth and I thought - why not? A cheap and lazy look around finds this: Giallo: [ˈdʒallo]) is the Italian term …
eric undead 