At Least They're Committed

Excellent conversation with Edison’s Black Dahlia about life, death, spiritualism, heaven, hell . . . so, yes we were talking about Avenged Sevenfold. He was nearly asleep the first time he heard the bridge in Wicked End, he tells me, and it was so intense it woke him up and nearly made him cry. Me, too. Grateful, yet terrified, that he’s so like me. “Your time is precious they explain. No time to ruuuuun, Messiah’s coming.” 

Daniel — not the Messiah — rolls up mid-song and EBD takes off and that’s OK because I plugged in my iPhone on shuffle and the first song that came on was Buried Alive, which is my favorite new Gospel.  The dark is lovely except for Uncle Albert’s music cranked from his room, disco bullshit. Not sure what I did to deserve this. Not sure why I deserve a lot of things.

Oh, it’s Unholy Confessions! “Wish I could be the one . . . the one who won’t care at all. . . Time soaked with blood turns its back . . . I know it’s hurting you but it’s killing me.”

Anyway, my last night alone . . . or maybe only night alone. Dez, dude, you are way exhilarating! You kicked the shit out of me Saturday and yesterday in a way than no human has every done before! Jesus, I’m so in pain and I’m so proud! You are my sun, my moon, all the stars in my sky . . . and I love how you smile when I sing to you. And I love how you and your uncles have this little game (smiling with Uncle Darian) and the amazingly-long-tongue game (with Uncle Dante) and you make me giggle.

Last night alone. Makin’ it work for me.