blackacidream

god i love buying music. and epsecially when its at an indy music store where everyone knows my name, literally. even the owner knows me on a first name bassis because i think by now, me and my freinds have paid for his house. so i got 3 katatonia's. 3 naglfar's and one berzerker, all good stuff. katatonia especailly. i spent the later part of last night driving in the fog and listening to brave murder day, more of there earlier black metal stuff. paid a visit to my old highschool, it was ok, kinda depressing, so far one person a year from my graduating class has died in some very unatural way. so i just walked around in the usual pattern i used to take to every class and remembered those who have died. i realise now that i have an incredibly good memory. its just kinda strange when you can remember the exact spot of one of those pointless conversations with a girl that died in a car wreck 2 years back, and its just such a strange feeling when your there again, and realise your the only person that remembers where this took place, the look on her face, what she was wearing, and know she's rotting in the ground right now. another one hung himself in the closet of his sons room on his sons birthday, another went through his windsheild only going about 30 because he wasnt wearing a seatbelt, another OD'd on painkillers, and left 2 girls each with his child. who's next? cant say, but if it was me, i could say that i at least enjoyed these last years of my life to at least be content with leaving it for the unkown.