A Brief History of Werewolves (part 1)
True Story
Not sure if I’ve ever told you guys this or not. But when I was younger, like elementary school / junior high school age, I thought I was a werewolf. Two things had happened in what are now some of my earliest memories. 1) on one of the yearly visits to my grandma’s house, I was growling and she told me I was doing it wrong. I needed to growl not from the front of my mouth with spit, but from further back in my throat. 2) I made a deal with someone in the mirror, I said I could handle the consequences of being a werewolf. They said, you sure, bro? I said, I want it. They said, okay. Remember, the Michael J Fox Teen-Wolf. He got sports skills, girls, was all around awesome. I wanted that! Fast forward a few years, I realize being a werewolf is not all impressing girls and sports skills. I worried what if I couldn’t control the wolf powers? I could hurt someone I cared about! About this time, I started growing hair in places I never had hair before. My canine teeth looked longer and sharper than my classmates. I felt desires that seemed impossible to suppress. I loved running through the woods during nighttime capture the flag games on camping trips with the Boy Scouts. I discovered how awesome steak was when cooked medium-rare. Sometimes I could just scream! I began to fear every full moon. Turns out, it was just puberty. I never wolfed out. Shouldn’t have worried. But I’ve been chasing that perfect werewolf story ever since. (I’m working on a story now and so been thinking about my werewolf past). Anyhow, in college at SMU I did write a script that the Student Filmmakers’ Association turned into a fun film:
It’s a ravenous world, I hope you find a pack that makes you laugh a lot.