Imagine me dressed in all black (some leather), maybe with a bit too much mascara and black fingernails. I’m sitting in a coffee shop, listening to grunge music and bad poetry.
Outside, the weather is cold and wet, the fog hangs heavy in the air. It reflects my mood perfectly.
I’m planning on jumping on the back of some biker guy’s motorcycle and riding off into the fog, my long black hair streaming behind me. [Read more…]