There are certain rules one must abide by in order to succesfully survive a horror movie.
The difficulty about all this dying, is that you can't tell a fellow anything about it, so where does the fun come in?
He was a manager, one of the singers, I guess talent coordinator for the local talent in Harlem. His name was Lover Patterson. He was living right across the street from where my dad had his restaurant. I guess he saw a lot of kids come in, a lot of my buddies.

