[This is directly transcribed, without changes or edits, from a journal entry dated June 19th, 2002] You wake up with blood in your ears, you wonder what it means.
Walking through a parking lot towards a line of children. Accosted, my money taken. Finally convincing them to let me go — “Please, I’m getting married today.” Amazingly — I’m released. But the ceremony has started and I’m late. Putting on a tuxedo in the great underground empire while searching for a washcloth. Sent on some pissant while of an errand… Continue reading wedding errand
Blood, spelling out a hastily scrawled curse or warning: “IFYOUCONTINUE, YOUWON’T SEETHEEND. IFYOUWRITEIT, ITWILLNEVERBEREAD. IFYOUTELLTHESTORY, NOONWILLLISTEN.” And blood scrawling away to nothing. A moment to pause and gasp. And the voice of Constantine rises within. “You want to fuck with me? I’ll bloody choke… Continue reading the blood curse