Conversation with a non-horror fan:
(She walks up to me while I’m working on a photo of Marcus Miller. I’m already a little irritated because I want to bring out the blood a little more around the eyes of his mask, and my touchscreen is not cooperating.)
Her: What is that?
Me: Just a photo I’m working on.
Her: (she walks around behind me and looks) Who the hell is that?
Me: Marcus Miller.
Me: (trying to end the conversation) Marcus Miller. The Orphan Killer. He was an orphan, and he kills people. Especially annoying people.
Her: Is he for real? Where’d you get that picture?
Me: He takes selfies when he chops people up.
Her: (looking at me as though I’ve grown a third eye) What the fuck? Why are you painting on his picture?
Me: Just because.
Her: So…you like killers?
Me: I like Marcus Miller.
Her: I think you’re crazy.
Me: I think you’re next.
(She walks away, and I can hear her muttering, “Crazy bitch…” and at the same time, I remark – to no one in particular, “What a crazy bitch. Glad that’s over.”)