Stephen King

I thought long and hard trying to figure out a good iconic image to do to honor Stephen King, but couldn't think of a thing. Then I thought, what could be more iconic then the man himself.

So here he is.

I realized the other day that in my life I believe I have spent more time listening to Johnny Cash then any other singer, and I have read more words written by Stephen King then any other writer.

He has been a HUGE influence on me. The first King book I read was "Christine." I can remember sitting in the back of class in 7th grade trying to conceal the fact that I was reading it when I was supposed to be reading Charles Dickens' "Great Expectations." (A brilliant novel by the way)

At one point I looked out of the classroom window, and I saw a guy pull up to the school in a red 50's car and I freaked, I have no idea what make or model it was, but at the time my fevered mind knew it just had to be a 1958 Plymouth Fury.

I can remember my Mom sending me out to the mail box to get the mail, my heart pounding in my chest, expecting at any moment to see a red Plymouth Fury come careening full speed over the top of the hill, Roland LeBay's crazed face grinning as he steered her towards me...

I've been hooked ever since.