Dig Two Graves, Part 6
The hospital in San Diego wasn’t so bad. I got warm food twice a day, and some of the nurses were nice to look at. The only part I didn’t like was…
Dig Two Graves, Part 5
Tijuana greeted me with a hot hand. Entering the city at midday felt like walking into a furnace. Everywhere, for as far as I could see, were old…
Dig Two Graves, Part 4
Three years later. My wrestling career ended less than two months after The Creature from Los Alamos wrapped up in New Mexico. Mr. Fuller put me…
Dig Two Graves, Part 3
Mr. Art returned to the set on Friday afternoon. By that point, I was sick to death of Kolb. I was too sullen and riddled with worry to talk, so he…
Dig Two Graves, Part 2
“You’re one ugly bastard, but in a cute way.” It was fourth day of shooting, and Sharon Silverwood introduced herself to me. The beautiful blonde…
Dig Two Graves, Part 1
The three people responsible for the most colorful days of my life all had the same reaction when they first saw me. “You are one ugly bastard,” they…
