Diary of Scene King. Prt 1:Valentine for a Black Heart. a prequel but not really kuz this is present day.

  Wash Away my Sins

    My body soaks in sudsy hot waters, as my mind spins in a wave of sleep deprivation and road rage. Jeremy had all ready passed out like usual, and wants to wake me up before the crack of dawn to be on the road again. I am alone.  Alone with the cartoon mouse and duck that dance around a cactus in sort of south western motif plate that hangs on the wall.  Alone with the small army of cartoon mice that cluster and horde around every inch of this room, circling and invading the sanctitude of my claw-footed bath tub in frenzy of black and red. Black and Red and White, the color of the walls, and the color of heart. And this finally hits home. It's Valentines Day, and I am ALONE.

 Get Him to the GREEK... um.. I mean The Motel.

It is somewhere near 3 in the afternoon.. I was dragged out of my slumber at around 6am, and have been drifting in and out of uneasy sleep or day dreams most of the day.  I am currently napping on a couch to soothing sounds of gunfire and zombies in the background.  No apocalypse has not arrived, so don't get your hopes up.  Jeremy's brother is playing "Call of Duty" he keeps waking me up again, asking me to do his hair, a trend that would come to annoy me on this entire trip. I finally get up.  I don't do his hair. I brush my teeth, do my hair and smoke a cigarette instead. All I want is to check into the Motel, take a shower and go explore the streets of Salt Lake City but he doesn't want to seem to leave the suburbs of West Jordon, and we have to make several trips to best buy, and various suburban music stores to hunt down a c.d of an obscure British Glam Rock band to appease his desires before meeting up with his new girl friend, getting online and then finally calling the motel to book the rooms to which he is insisting are door to door with a door attached, most likely so he can enter my room and wake me up when ever he feels like.
  When we check in to the Illustrious "Red Lion" Hotel... (actually a cheap motel across the street) I refrain from giving him a key to my room ;) . Instead I finally take a shower, while the couple I assume are going at it next door. They are gone by the time I finish getting ready, back to West Jordan to have dinner, and again. I am Alone.

  Its Never Too Cold For Rock And Roll

   Do you know what one of my favorite things to do as a Los Angles socialite, used to be? Walking around Hollywood Blvd. day or night, just going from one rock n roll venue to another, tattoo shops, fucking rad lil' rock n roll merch shops where you could by cheep Gothic Alchemy or Demonia boots for 5o smackers.
   Needless to say I was stoked to be back in a city again, and decided to take the opportunity to go play and hopefully make friends while Jtd and his lady were out in the subs.  I took a ten dollar cab to state street, dressed to fucking nine's ready to wander a rock n roll wasteland, however, this was not California and I soon came to regret my decision. Since I wanted to start my night off with a cool cafe hang out, I got some directions from a swanky pizza shop that was cuddling a tattoo joint.. they sent me on 3 or four block journey up fourth st, a hike that normally would have been cool, except one thing.  It wasn't cool.  It was Fucking COLD! I made it about 2 blocks before I had learned by the hard fact that I could no longer feel my fingers and had snot dripping out of my rosie red nose, that I had dressed for fashion and not for 20 degree weather!

  I made it half way before seeking refuge in a coffee shop that was entirely not the coffee shop I wanted to be in. I ordered regardless, and got some food too, as the diet of beef Jerky and other gas station amenities were beginning to leave my stomach uneasy.  ... ... ... The spicy sloppy joe I ordered didn't help.

  I stumbled like a snowman on crack, up the icy streets until I finally reached my destination. This was the cool place I had been looking for! It then hit me like a bad case of explosive indigestion! Actually I was suddenly hit with an explosive case of indigestion and other stomach ailments deriving from a horrid and constant cocktail of bad food, cigarettes, lack of sleep, coffee, and now that damned sloppy joe, but something else hit me as well.  I had dressed more for the club I was going to go to later than a chill spot, and no one there looked as x-tream as I, so the the small groups of emo's, who were few, and young, still gave me strange looks. So did everyone else. I was still not home to the city of fashion extremists to which I had once been accustomed, and simply felt uncomfortable.  No... I mean reeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaallly uncomfortable,  because I had nervously ordered a cup of coffee.. and chugged it down, and now I was holding my gut in wrenching pain, my ailments had reached a peak, and were coming at me in ten second waves.  I desperately tore through a phone book calling about 20 taxi companies who refused to answer the phone. It literally took me half an hour to get one to finally pick up because apparently they don't like customers in SLC! I swore at god I swore at my life, I swore to never leave home again with out a car or at least with out a bottle of Pepsid, or Imodium.  I swore at Jeremy, I swore at not knowing anyone in this city, but mostly and with the most fervored hatred I swore at coffee and sloppy joe's.  And I swore in silence as I waited for that cab, and I swore... again.. ALONE

..... Comment From the Author

That's it for now, miscreants.  Give me some feedback on this, as this is my first attempt at writing Journal like story's. If it's boring, tell me and I'll stop the story here and fill part two with more songs, and photo's and fashions. If it caught your attention, and your just dye-ing to see how it ends.. then tell ME your votes will make the second part of this blog come true! <3



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...................TO BE CONTINUED . . . . . .