I am old and brittle now, but my mind is still sharp.
My name is Timmy... and I might never forget the night the nightmares began.
Murder that morphed into grisly psychopathy had a way of gluing itself to my mind!
MEMORIES OF MY NIGHTMARES
All my hardcore Texas cowboy aura is really just a cover for some harsh psychological insecurities.
All that Texarkana Moonlight Murder business back in '46 has lingered in the air for almost 70 years.
Every time I hear a chainsaw pull cord chugging to prime that tiny engine,
I remember what the fear was like that first night the murders morphed from guns... to chainsaws!