pirateprince

I used to have this job when I lived in Las Vegas, where I had to walk between destinations on my shift, and I just felt a bit of tearful nostalgia as I'm sitting here listening to Joy Division. I used to listen to them most of the time while walking because I would just imagine the world and the people dying, or myself dying. It was quite elating, everyday, facing mortality. I'd walk with my eyes closed for a whole block, because I could no longer bear the site of the tourists. I'd just see these people that were all so weak to me for some reason. I felt like seeing their faces if their debaucherous Vegas vacation was up heaved by some sort of calamity. Oddly, it took me listening to Joy Division for over an hour now for the feeling to reassociate with me. I also used to listen to "without light I am" By Danzig, The NIN cover of "dead souls," and I can't remember the rest now. I treasure these times and feelings... it was my time, like the fuckin goonies. Today is a weird day, perhaps to be detailed at a later date. At any rate, the sorrow of parting, and the way music is tied to it, is something I understand all too well. Anyway, I can't do this in SF, cuz it's just too damn unpredictable in this place. I could walk the whole strip with my eyes closed, and not have to worry about being run over.

Caused a veritable scandal over here the zombie prom dispute. It's seemingly working itstelf out though, with more people pro prom than anti prom.