May 27th 1999

Joey is small.

He knows it, he owns it. He’s little, but he’s strong, and he’s scary, and he’s real fuckin’ cool.

He’s literally seen kids cry at shows; he’s done it on purpose before, screaming in a little kid’s face with the mask on. God, it’s fun knowing you’re terrifying.

But, suddenly, he doesn’t feel very scary anymore. Because everyone’s here, getting ready for a show and laughing at him. Just because you’re taller than him on a usual day anyway, and everyone somehow gets off on the fact that you have to bend down to kiss him.

But, now, he stand there infront of you, mask balanced atop his head, just blinking in absolute wonder. Heels.

Heels.

You’re towering over him like an absolute goddess and he wants nothing more than to absolutely snog your face off.

“God, you’re fuckin’ massive… not like that, y’know what I mean..”