We'd make fun of my mom. She'd leave the room as the clock struck 8...."Where you going, mom?" "Oh," she'd say, "it's time for Trauma
." "Ewww," everyone would say. "That's such a gory/weird/scary show," we'd say as she walked upstairs.
Then, one night, I was housesitting. Having watched the movie I'd rented too many times already, I sat idly flipping around the channels.
Lots of it. A guy was being wheeled into the CAT scan. I did a double take. The man had a 6 inch bowie knife embedded
in his HEAD.
Needless to say, after that I was hooked.