Originally Posted by: PonyOnei got up and threw on my trench coat and boots and i went for a walk. it was snowing out, and Boston is really pretty in the snow; plus, it was around 10.00 at night, and Boston is pretty much deserted at that point. I had headphones on, and brough a couple mix tapes; I just walked and walked for hours. I felt like I was a peeping tom to society, like I was just watching other people as they drove home, as I walked silently by bars and restaurants and saw people inside. it fascinated me. i would write about it, puzzling over what got people there, and before too long, inadvertantly, i became enamored with life, in all its unjust, disgusting details.

Are you by any chance related to Chuck Palahniuk?


I used to have severe depression to the point where my idea of comedy was putting about three dozen slits across my right fingertips with a utility knife.

With how many depressed guitarists there are one would think the blues would make a big comeback.