Goth Story

I was in love with a Goth. There were several really strange chance meetings in the beginning, at my only trip ever to Pier 32 on Geary Blvd, the Woodside Muni station and outside the Transamerica bldg on Montgomery. That last one was when I was wandering away from another disastrous show at The Purple Onion and I saw her from 3 blocks away as if there was a zoom lens in my head. The other people on the street became translucent and the buildings faded and tilt shifted out of my vision. We had a drink at the Hilton and made fun of the suits and stiffs.

Later in the month we met again as planned at the Colma graveyards, riding the BART, her leaving from the East Bay and I from Civic Center. I was too cautious and insecure to get wild in public and she tried to drug me (but we both knew what she wanted and was trying to do). I had a show that night at the Kennel club and went for it anyway. I started laughing so hard at something and practically blacked out and next thing I knew it was cold and windy and I was laying on a statue of a baby with a halo. Fearing that I might have had some part in knocking it over I beat a quick trail out of there and barely got to the show on time.

There was never any phone or addresses exchanged to begin with and we always just said to met up again on such and such a date, usually at the most depressing places, and she would take advantage of me. I might be exaggerating there.

Ended up going to all the graveyards and churches we met at, as randomly as possible for almost a year. Never saw her again.