My Frakkin’ Goth Night – Battlestar Galactica at a Goth Club

Estate Sales – Where the Dead Can Dance

I didn’t realize that I would have a problem when I wore the dead man’s shirt to the goth club. When I first saw it at the estate sale, the black button-down was perfectly folded and stored in a withered dry cleaning bag, with the ancient identification tag looped through a starched buttonhole. Lifting itContinue reading “Estate Sales – Where the Dead Can Dance”