When I was little, I loved metal, and I still do to this day. Sadly, I was never able to express it. My parents were extremely religious and homophobic, basically a double wham for me. I have a sister and she’s straight, and likes pop, she’s our parents favorite…tch. Of course she is, she’s a little Angel to them. Still love her though. And my brother Erik left because he was sick of the yelling, and he’d send me records for my bday.

After becoming homeless, Salem, my roommate, took me in. Me and him were and are very good friends, we drink beer, smoke, chill with my pet bunny Doom, etc. He let me into his band, DearhK1ss, and we started from there. It started to grow and grow, you came along, Blade came along, Ronnie, Fizz, Alex, and even Askel.

Today is our 3rd time performing all together as a band. I already have mean allegations going towards me all because of my sassy and bratty attitude. There has been papers and even news saying and claiming that I’m some sort of asshole. I might not be the nice all the time, I really am genuine when you give me time and patience. Today, we are performing and I do my usual vocals, sweat on my forehead, rolling down to my chin, my shirt sticking to me because of the warm atmosphere. I was planning on clearing my allegations soon, but I ignore that and go on. We are on the last part of the last song for the night, and I start my usual vocals, but then all of a sudden, clank., a fucking can hit my head. I pause and stop throat singing, but the music still went on. I look dead at the audience and say “NO. NO, FUCK YOU.” I yell, pointing at everyone and also at the possible culprits of who hit me. I already didn’t like being in the front because people throw shit for whatever reason, and this was my limit. I start walking away in rage to the door, my black boots echoing through the halls of the place that held our concert.