If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you’ll want to know is where I was born, and what deformities I had, and how my parents didn’t help when the townspeople burned me alive in our house after what I did to those two little girls, and where I got my mask, and all that Jason Vorhees kind of crap, but I don’t feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth. In the first place, that stuff bores me, and in the second place, my fans would have about two hemorrhages apiece if I told anything that made my backstory even more complicated and nonsensical than it already is. They’re quite touchy about anything like that, especially the fat ones. They’re nice and all — fans generally don’t run away when they see me, at least until it’s too late — but they’re also touchy as hell. Besides, I’m not going to tell you my whole goddam autobiography or anything. I’ll just tell you about this madman stuff that happened to me around that summer camp just before I got pretty run-down and had to come out here and lay low. I mean that’s all I told J.C. about, and he’s my producer and all. He’s in Hollywood. That isn’t too far from this crumby place, and he comes over and visits me practically every weekend. He’s going to drive me home when I go home next month maybe. He just got a Hummer. One of those retired army jobs that has chains and everything in the back for holding back bombs and junk, but I bet I could break them. It cost him damn near an arm and a leg. At least that’s what I would’ve paid. He’s got a lot of dough, now. He didn’t use to. He used to be just a regular writer/director, he used to be small-time. He made this terrific film, Dark Star, in case you never heard of him. The best scene in it is with the alien. It has this alien that looks like a beachball with feet and claws, it’s like a mascot, and the main character chases it around the spaceship and slaps it with a broom. It killed me, which most things can’t really do, considering the number of sequels. Now he’s out in Hollywood, J.C., being a prostitute. If there’s one thing I hate, it’s the movies. Don’t even mention them to me.