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Wages. He had then, still possesses, greygreen haunting eyes that mirror his multitude of passions. Then, as now, his mind was cluttered with the trash and treasures of virtually dozens of mind-bending escapades into the bizarre, the strange, and yes, even the supernatural. |
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Beneath that intimidating exterior, I later discovered a sensitive human being with a rapier-like wit, a willingness to laugh at his own frailties, and perhaps most important, an undaunted zest for lifeand death. |
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All too many years have passed since that fateful day, and Elliott and I have become quite good friends. I still marvel at his unending fascination with the dark side of man, his delight in the unexplained and his unbridled lust for things that, quite literally, go bump in the night. |
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A record of these events has been kept in dusty, half-forgotten journals, journals that make for enchanting, if somewhat terrifying reading. These are the stories he did not write. |
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On a more recent stormy night, while the wind howled and the snow swirled in kaleidoscopic patterns on the barren landscape, close by a crackling fire and fortified by Elliott's favorite Scotch, I asked the one question I had long hesitated to ask. |
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Would he allow me to share the contents of his journals with others? |
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To my utter astonishment, he said "yes." |
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