There is nothing more disconcerting than to being down and out on a Saturday night. Especially in a town like this. Not much was going on and not much ever really did. Small towns were often pretty dull and that became more obvious if you were a loner like myself. An intellectual who just happened to be into heavy metal.

The United States blew nowadays. The metal scene here was dead. It was replaced by either lame white kids trying to be rappers, emo-punks, indie losers or brainless pop fags. Everyone of them had that magical distinction of both sucking and blowing. Metal was relegated to the fringe and the fake. Everything today was some kind of core. It all sounded like bullshit to my ears.

Occasionally, I’d meet a few dirt head kids who were raised like myself. Kids who understood the sound of the beast. The ones who’d raise the devil horns, up the irons and shout at the devil. They were all pretty cool, but they were all dudes. Chicks never seemed to dig cool music. Maybe, they’d listen to some Punk or Classic Rock, but never did I meet a girl who could appreciate the full metallic attack of bands like Slayer, Venom, Celtic Frost, Death or even, Manowar.

If they were into Metal, I bet it’d be false metal.

Not that I’m as shallow as all that, but it would be kind of nice that when you had a passion for something, that someone else might be able to share that passion with you. Like interests are after all, important.

Good looking women abounded in this area, no doubt, but to suggest that they had anything interesting to say was another thing. Few of them rock and even fewer of them seemed to think. I guess I sound like an asshole, but I’m just being honest.

It’s like when I was in school and you always knew the smart kids. They’d actually read what was assigned. The others would just memorize. I was one of those that read. Man, thinking depresses me.

So, it was another Saturday night in the graveyard and I had all evening and nothing to screw, er, do. Wandering the streets, listening to all the sounds of the night-life. All that life that I seldom find myself a part of.