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1:00 So what to do now? Feeling kinda happy from the whiskeys. Maybe read some trash? 1:15 Chose Allhallow’s Eve, not sure why. Checked out some Goodreads reviews. All bad.1:30 This is fun. Killer on the loose, mysterious Halloween party on the horizon. FUN!1:45 Tight pacing. Nice build-up. Why don’t people like this?2:00 Sleazy. All the boobs! Boobs, boobs, boobs. Laymon loves that word, all the time, all over the place.2:05 More whiskey?2:15 Too much boobs, sweet Jesus, enough already. Also, so many douchebags.2:45 Kill these douchebags already! Even the teen hero is a miserable, creepy little creep.3:15 Scene with writer & wife trapped in the bathroom was great. Quick-thinking writer!3:30 What the hell just happened? Man oh man.4:30 Party massacre was awesome, great ending! Wait, it’s 4:30 in the fucken morning?A really fucken different version of this review appears in a Richard Laymon “article” posted on Shelf Inflicted
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