Sin-A-Rama

Like the innumerable legions of genre mavens that preceded him Tex Massacre misspent his childhood, making up karo syrup blood packets and watching USA Up All Night.

After terrorizing the Catholic School System for the better part of 12 years, hopped up on some anarchic brew of Ritalin and Iron Maiden LP's, Tex was unleashed on cowering society to spread his demon seed. Skewing a traditional education Tex wasted his college years painting, performing in local bands, appearing in theater productions, violently repelling spoken word poetry audiences and serving as music and film editor for a local independent pop culture rag. It was during this time that Tex made the most enemies, verbally sodomizing innumerable bands and their fans with his scathing and death threat inspiring editorials. Once while in Cannes for the annual film festival Tex rifled the closets of Troma's Carlton Hotel headquarters, making off with over 20 DVD's before later hitting on Asia Argento in broken French (It mattered little to Tex that Asia speaks Italian…and for that matter…English!).

Burnt out from Asia's rejection and barred from Troma's beachside wedding, Tex determined to take sabbatical and join the elitist Wall Street moneymaking machine, much like his idol Patrick Bateman. After a brief hiatus, in which Mr. Massacre often engaged in carnal pleasure whist gazing repeatedly at his magnificent frame in floor-to-ceiling mirrors, Tex decided to return to the filmmaking fold, now slightly more sedate but no less caustic due to heavy doses of doctor recommended Paxil.

Tex Massacre currently resides in Satan's House of Mouse, Florida where the decapitated head of Walt Disney resides in its Pre-Re-Animator-esque slumber awaiting the magical kiss of its one true love. Tex emphatically denies that he is "said" love.