2 years ago I was driving home with a friend. It was raining, and rather dark outside. As I drove over a ridge, all I remember was bright lights and screaming. I woke up in a hospital, my left eye bandaged up and my left wrist in a cast. A drunk driver in a pick-up truck had hit my Honda Civic head-on. I was lucky to be alive, with only a scarred face and a fucked up left wrist. My friend and the other driver weren't.
Took me about a year to fully recover. In that time, I realized that my life was in desperate need of change. Unable to rejoin the band due to my wrist (I can't and will never be able to drum as fast I used to), even unable to understand what we sang and stood for as a band, I packed up and moved to Portland were a cousin of mine offered me a job. Got "promoted" while ago, or so like my cousin likes to joke. Instead of just being a grunt for the grunts, running errands and stuff, I actually work in the warehouse itself. Moving boxes full of random crap is harder then you think!
I'm still a somewhat of a goth both inside and out, that part will never change. But now I see the world for what it really is, not what I think it is. You know what? It's not as dark as I thought.
I'm looking for people to meet, to be close to, even just to talk to. You can't be alone in this world, not anymore. I'm new to the area, so I need all the help I can get.
I'm Loud, Proud, and Handsome... in a jigsaw sort of way XD