Aw! The goths were the nicest kids at my high school. A few of them even wore corpse paint when they all hung out at the mall, and I thought that was the coolest thing. Unfortunately, I wasn't allowed to go to the mall with my friends anymore after my Mormon mother saw me waving at the goths from the edges of the food court. I got a stern lecture from my father about Satanism, D&D, and ouija boards after that. Kids these days probably think I make this stuff up, but the truth is funnier than fiction for some of us. It really was like that where I lived.
Just imagining how nervous that young man must have been to ask you out, them being too frazzled to understand plain English when he met your Mom. Respect and admiration from my long lost teenage self.
Aw! The goths were the nicest kids at my high school. A few of them even wore corpse paint when they all hung out at the mall, and I thought that was the coolest thing. Unfortunately, I wasn't allowed to go to the mall with my friends anymore after my Mormon mother saw me waving at the goths from the edges of the food court. I got a stern lecture from my father about Satanism, D&D, and ouija boards after that. Kids these days probably think I make this stuff up, but the truth is funnier than fiction for some of us. It really was like that where I lived.
Just imagining how nervous that young man must have been to ask you out, them being too frazzled to understand plain English when he met your Mom. Respect and admiration from my long lost teenage self.
It’s a consistently observable fact that heavy metal / death metal guys are the friendliest human beings on planet earth.
That's the truth!