From the home office in Left Field...
So... I heard from Neil today...
I emailed him. I told him where I'm living, where I'm working, where I've been, and whom I've been with -- (and I use the word "with" very, very loosely.)
I know Neil's crazy. I know he's nuttier than a fucking fruitcake. I also know he isn't REALLY a vampire. Er, excuse me... a vampyre. I also know I really have absolutely nothing to gain by associating with somebody who's so fucked-up. But... we had good times together. A few bad. But mostly good. And I loved him. I loved his voice. He had the sexiest voice in the world, and very close to the best taste in music in the world. It was Neil who introduced me to Sarah McLachlan. It was Neil who... who did a lot of things...
So I emailed him back. I told him I'm still a firm believer that there are no cigarettes except Camels. I told him I'm still a regular at Java Joe's. I told him I still walk by his old place sometimes, just to see it... I told him nothing has really changed. Nothing really has. Nothing ever really does. Except I have short hair now.
I have to go. My mind is totally blown away by seeing Neil's old nickname again... Plus, I'm wearing the world's fourth-ugliest shirt (Peter's Greg Brady shirt... It's so damned hideous, but I really kinda like it...) and I MUST change...
Love,
~Helena*
"We laughed in the faces of kings, never afraid to burn..." --Tori Amos, Neil's favorite...