Support Your Local Celebrity pt. 3
Night Stalker
Every time this guy (his name is Brian, I can’t remember his last) looks at me I feel violated. Serously. When I first took notice of him (back when I went to shows all the time he always seemed to be there) I thought he was just another queer socialite–always in a shiny shirt, tight black pants & always carrying what looked like a camera bag. But when I pointed him out to a now ex-boyfriend (I’m a girl by the way), I was told that although he might appear gay, he would fuck me and leave me and I wouldn’t even be able to comprehend what happened until I awoke hours later in a bed all by myself. I have since met him and I can’t ughghhh%*&*%##** I don’t even want to talk about it. When he looks at me I feel like he’s literally feeding on my soul.
Now every night before I go to sleep I ask jeevus to please keep this creep away from me. He freaks me the fug out. And not in a good way…
What I wanna know is: how do you happen to have a photo of the Devourer of Souls?
Myspace, of course. We are a society of narcissists. Which is part of the reason I started this ’support your local celebrity’ topic. And of course–this blog!