The world is a vampire. Sent to drain.

Funny how something so weird and such a moment in time (me head-banging, wearing nearly all black, 15 years old) still strikes a chord of truth.

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Btw, got to interview Yousuf Islam. I try not to name drop (try because sometimes the priggishshowoffowl does creep out), but I just thought I'd share. He was very cool, very uncomfortable with the star-autograph-signing-press-fending-thing, and you could feel the weariness that eats a body who is damned from all directions - the Muslims for not being holy enough, the non for being too holy. He was wearing some mad digs, crumpled brown suit circa 1985, pastel blue T-shirt and some comfy looking football shoes. But yeah, he was very real, very humble, and I was happy to talk to him and even refrained from my customary celebrity scowling. Just glad to be able to pass him a sympathetic smile.