Diary: September 1999.
Diary: September 1999.
This was also one for the books, but I’m going to self-censor some of the gorier parts.
After the Black Box Underground performance of The Skriker wrapped up, all that was left were tatters of the summer, misgivings about my attempted relationship with AS, and a general ghosty feeling about being stuck in A, not B.
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