Okay so my parents didn’t give me a bedtime, and they let me have a TV in my room. I’d often stay up until early in the morning before actually going to bed. I’d watch things on TV that really weren’t age appropriate. True crime documentaries, horror movies, and whatnot.

One of the things I saw however, was the Ted Bundy movie. That movie scared the absolute crap out of me! This guy was an evil sick psycho! My fear and disgust quickly turned into excitement, curiosity, and amusement when I got toward the end of the movie with the electric chair. Prior to this, I always thought the electric chair was a myth that adults made up to prevent kids from becoming criminals or something…but no! Old Sparky is real!

I was sitting at the edge of my bed, eagerly awaiting what was to happen! I found it so funny how this murderer, who thinks he’s so tough, is losing his shit to the sight of a rickety old wooden chair. This guy isn’t going to die by being shanked. He isn’t going to die from a disease.. no, he’s going to die by *sitting on a chair*! That’s hilarious!

Seeing him strapped into that thing… it was almost as if Old Sparky was lovingly hugging him before he threw his electrical juices straight through his body, whether he liked it or not! He became Old Sparky’s bitch at that point!

It was after that my passion and fascination for electric chairs developed!