A goth's adventures in New Orleans
So, I've been doing a lot of thinking the past couple of
days, depression does that to me.
I'm not realy depressed anymore, just there. That's when
I'm at my best. I'm not pissed, I'm not depressed, not
realy in any mood whatsoever. I've noticed something
today, somethings going on. There is a lot of bad things
happening to people. A friend of mine had his house
burglarized and set on fire. One of his cats were killed
in the process. I had all that shit happen to me. I've
noticed a bunch of people on the verge of breaking down and
crying. A couple of tap-dancing kids were fighting outside
my work, etc....
There's something in the air.
I remember now why I moved here, knowing this is a "cursed"
city. I wanted to put some upheval in my life again. Test
myself kind of thing. C/U made me soft. I was comfortable
there. No change, no Chaos. I had everything easy there.
I could get anything I wanted. I had contacts everywhere.
I was one of the leaders of the gothic/indurstrial
community. People had a problem, or they wanted something,
they came to me. I got it for them, easy. I grew bored,
My spirit needs to be tested, only then am I truely happy.
Only then do I shine. Only then do I rise above and
succede. New Orleans is a test for me, I have my willpower
back. Failing is not an option.