The legacy of Rotten.com

When I was 18, a friend told me about a site called Rotten.com, where you could see “really fucked up shit.” This was 1997. I had just graduated Catholic high school and started using the Internet more frequently, feverishly chatting nights away with anonymous weirdos on AOL Instant Messenger. I didn’t know what I wanted to see; in its nascent stage, the Internet was sort of like a Ouija board. And, before long, I was looking at decapitation photos.

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