Look! It's a Boat!

Home sweet home.

Maine is pretty dope, y’all.

Why yes, I will watch The Shining in HD. Thanks IFC!

Monday morning, as I readied myself for a long day of school, I recieved a soul crushing phone-call. My friend Bil was calling to tell me our friend Sean had died in his sleep Sunday night. My breath vanished from my chest.

Sean and I met in 2007 when I worked my first season at SpookyWorld. I joined SpookyWorld because I was lonely, and wanted something new. He and his brother were among the first people to welcome me into the world of haunted houses, but I really bonded with Sean. Despite being only a year older than me, he had wisdom beyond his years, and I instantly began looking up to him, as both a haunter and a human being. At the end of that season all the employees went and bought discounted SpookyWorld sweatshirts, but I was broke, so I didn’t get one. He asked me if I wanted one, and disappeared. He came back with one and told me it was a gift to welcome me to the family. I never quite told him how much that meant to me.

The next year, he and his brother helped me get to and from the haunt, since I was now living in Maine. He was fully on the midway that year, scaring as various characters. Seeing him saunter through my haunt never failed to make me smile, as he left trails of straw behind from his scarecrow costume. At the end of the season he helped me form the idea for my first midway character.

In 2009, we moved to a new location, and in doing so, I was thrust onto the midway. Again, Sean and Brian helped me with travel, and Sean was there for me as I stood on the edge of the scariest stage I’ve ever stepped on. He encouraged me, inspired me, and scared people beside me. I will never forget tag teaming with in in the pouring rain, my life never having felt better. He was always there for me, like when the next year I was given a new position that confused and scared me. He told me to own it. I did.

Six seasons of haunting now behind me, I can’t think of anyone who inspired me more than Sean Chamberlin. I can’t remember the last thing I said to him, but I know what I wish it was. I wish I could tell him how important he was to me, how he took a lonely lost kid and brought him into a second family, where the odd and strange are not at all out of place. I didn’t know my heart could hurt this much. I wish I understood it.

I drew the above photo tonight at work. One of his characters was a scarecrow called Patch, and I thought I’d draw him, happily in his element, wearing his ever present smile.

Sean, I love you man. Save a place for me in the pumpkin patch.

neilcicierega:

a tie-dye t-shirt with Watto on it three times? Hell yeah put it on my body

nickrob:

Another entry into the “can’t believe this exists” category.

That is so horrible it loops back around to being amazing

joehillsthrills:

xombiedirge:

Lucifer Book Two cover by Christopher Moeller

Reblogging just cos, GOD, beautiful.