More Praise for Stephen King

Or do I mean Stephen Hawking. Or do I mean Tony Hawk. Or do I mean Rick Hawksley, my local councilman, who called me after I left my ballot blank. Remember when having a cell phone meant you had to answer it? Even if you were sleeping or sledding or reading Cell? Stephen King hates the movie adaptation of The Shining. To be fair, Kubrick did fuck it up. Not enough gleam. Who’s the one who spends all his time in the deep sea filming squid? Talk about going to the ends of the earth. Talk about fishing for meaning. Save yourself some time searching on Netflix— Pet Sematary is spelled with two A’s and an S. Apparently, like me, he stole this: I have the heart of a small boy. I keep it in a jar on my desk.