THE FIRST TIME HE SAW TWIN PEAKS, JAMES Kennedy immediately identified with the suburban eeriness that David Lynch had conjured up. “[My childhood world] seemed very well-manicured on the surface,” he says, “but crazy stuff was going on.” Not that Kennedy, busy playing Zork on his Atari 800, was necessarily too aware of this at the time.
Nevertheless, a sense of Lynchian menace occasionally manifested itself, as on one Fourth of July when Kennedy was in eighth grade. “I was sitting with this girl who I was interested in,” he recalls. “It
