I was a teenage idiot.
Before you say, “Not much has changed over the years, has it?,” let me respond, “ha ha.”
But head back to the late ’80s and I and a fellow young ruffian were standing in the aisles of the still fairly-new Tumwater Video.
Our mission – bring back a VHS tape for our class to see.
Ignoring rational thought, we chose this bloody, funny zombie flick — a sort-of sequel to George Romero’s classic chiller — which features Linnea Quigley dancing topless on a grave.
Our teachers were not amused.
But we were legends.
In our minds, at least.
