One question people like to ask is, why did I start writing horror novels and stories? Maybe it’s because of this:
Which puts me in mind of this classic conversation:
Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: [to Igor] Now that brain that you gave me. Was it Hans Delbruck’s?
Igor: [pause, then] No.
Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: Ah! Very good. Would you mind telling me whose brain I DID put in?
Igor: Then you won’t be angry?
Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: I will NOT be angry.
Igor: Abby Someone.
Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: [pause, then] Abby Someone. Abby who?
Igor: Abby Normal.
Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: [pause, then] Abby Normal?
Igor: I’m almost sure that was the name.
Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: [chuckles, then] Are you saying that I put an abnormal brain into a seven and a half foot long, fifty-four inch wide GORILLA?
[grabs Igor and starts throttling him]
Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: Is that what you’re telling me?
Of course, shortly after this picture was taken, Frankenstein’s monster put on a hat, picked up a cane, and performed a little song-and-dance routine. So it all worked out in the end. However I was traumatized for years by that girl’s bell-bottoms.
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So you are saying that you started writing horror novels because of that girls pants?
It’s a good reason.
“It scary pants off of me … and then I wrote something.”
A. What a great looking Frankenstein!
B. They’re just flares – not bellbottoms. So they’re only half as scary. Plus, I wear those all the time, so shaaadaaap.
It’s difficult for an eight-year-old to tell flares from bell-bottoms; the fashion sense is not very well-developed at that age!
The monster was at Universal in 1976 and Jim had just turned 7, making him even less fashion conscious than an 8 year old!