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  There’s a cut and we’re close up to the drill bit now, spinning. We’ve jumped the hundred and eighty degree line. Someone didn’t go to film school. Shocker.

  The drill presses forward and the woman’s face appears on the opposite side of the frame, her third eye bulging out of her skull.

  It’s a shot I’ve seen before, many times before, popularized by Fulci. Yup. As predicted the drill finds paydirt in the girl’s third eye, the gore looking fake as hell as the rubber prosthetic is torn off in a pop of fake blood and spirit gum.

  But then the drill retracts, the fake eye still skewered on it, and the camera dips to the woman’s smiling face. She’s wearing red lipstick and her teeth are off-white as she parts them. No matter how beautiful you were, you still had nicotine stains before laser whitening treatment was invented.

  Then the unexpected happens and that smile is pierced by the drill, the edge of the woman’s lips still curled up like she’s enjoying it, but the drill bit tears through her two front teeth, displacing them in a cloud of blood and enamel shards.

  It’s so real I have to look away, puke into an old plastic noodle cup. In that moment I’m thankful that I don’t clean up after myself, otherwise I would have coated my couch and my tapes in vomit.

  Then it’s over and we’re back to the close up of the woman, with all her teeth, looking into the camera repeating what she’s said before or something close enough to it that I can’t tell the difference.

  Before I even think about it, the fact that the VCR could wind up breaking the tape, I hit rewind and see if I can watch the drill sequence again, whether I can spot a cut and see if they switched out her face with a dummy.

  It’s not there anymore and we begin with a fresh scene, even though I’m sure I’ve gone backwards.

  I continue like this long enough, rewinding over atrocities and seemingly deleting them from the tape because they never show up again, that I must have fallen asleep.

  When I wake there is no light peeking through the blinds.

  I think that can’t be right, that even if the tape was recorded in long play mode, there would only be four hours of footage but I’ve been watching it longer. My back is pressed against the couch. I’m not even sitting on it now, but on the floor.

  It can’t still be playing.

  But I know that possible and happening are two different things now. I’ve been shown so much over the past day.

  It’s not the violence. I hate that, it’s too close to real. It’s not the snappy dialogue. I find that pretentious and overindulgent. But for some reason I still haven’t gotten up to get myself something to eat.

  I can smell piss but I don’t look down. Either because I’m indifferent or ashamed, not because I’m afraid.

  A man is stapling up signs to a post, looking for a missing dog. He’s old enough to be someone’s dad, has rings around his eyes like he’s been doing this for days now. He’s called over to the car by an unheard voice and something terrible happens to him when he gets there.

  Rewind.

  Lecture.

  There’s a woman taking her clothes off, she’s talking to whoever’s behind the camera, acting bashful like this is the first time she’s done something like this. For money. Then the preacher woman joins her and begins applying body paint to the new woman’s body, tiny stars over her nipples, a triangle around her bellybutton. Then something terrible happens to her.

  Rewind.

  Lecture.

  I try taking a sip out of a nearby noodle bowl but the taste is awful so I spit it back out.

  The tape goes on and I’m terrified to take it out of the machine or attempt to record it.

  I might miss something.

  I’m getting weak now. There’s nothing left in me to throw up and it’s an effort just to depress the rewind and play buttons. My arm aches from holding my fingers over the VCR controls.

  It’s fifteen steps there and back to make noodles. I would be able to keep an eye on the screen the whole time.

  But I can’t stop myself. I can’t make myself stand up, my eyes now so close to the screen that I can count the individual dots of light.

  It’s so bad it’s good.

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  Table of Contents

  Acknowledgements

  The Still

  Flies in the Brain

  Rollin & Jeanie

  Pink Tissue

  Border Jumper

  Trap

  The New Model

  The Girls in the Woods

  The White Halloween

  Bringing Down the Giants

  So Bad

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