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
I'm trying to find a band, but I don't think I'll succeed. Doesn't matter right now anyway, as much as it seems/feels it does.
I'm also a decent cook, being forced to do all the cooking for a seven-piece band back in Cali. I can't make anything too complex, but I got the basics down pat.
Dancing! No, okay, that's a lie, I suck. But it's fun!
My wrist. I wear a wrist brace all the time, even to bed. Only time I take it off is to shower.
I say what I think, so I can seem pretty blunt. I don't like to lie, so why should I say one thing when I mean the other?
I also tend to talk pretty fast. Always have, always will.
Hmmm, what else? OH! Right, the Mohawk. That's a pretty obvious one. I don't know if I'll be keeping it for much longer though.
I like all music. Any genre. Any style. Any time. I just happen to play punk-hard-rock.
I'll also eat anything. I mean -anything-! I had to learn to gag down my own first attempts at cooking, so I'm sure after that there is nothing in the entire world I couldn't at least taste. Well, maybe...
2. Some sort of music (well, maybe not polka, but just about anything else would do)
3. H20, aka: Aqua
4. Someone to talk to
5. My life (without it I'd be kinda dead)
6. I'll let you decide my sixth. Sharing is caring after all
I also think about my wrist. My left wrist got fucked up really badly in the crash. Part of the reason why my life's been flipped around. I can't drum nearly half as well as I used to. I miss being able to fully use it more then anything in the world.
But that's behind me and I'm not going back. Ever.