I remember sneaking furtive glances of this as a kid, trying to have the TV volume loud enough to be "normal" (to avoid the "hey, waddya doin' theah?" shout through the wall), but not too loud ("what the hell ah ye watchin'?")
I wasn't thinking "this is me", but I felt drawn to it...even as it scared the shite out of me. I was 13.
John P Egan, Vancouver BC