Author has written 7 stories for General, General, and Song.

How does one write about their life, their dreams, and their accomplishments, without sounding overly conceited or dramatic? Or dull for that matter. I suppose, to fully understand me, you have to understand my philosophy about life. To sum it up, it reads, “Life is hell, the people suck, the ending sucks, the feelings suck, but the music, the music is truly magic”. Simple as that.
Before I start, you must understand just how important my MUSIC is to me. It’s the one thing I wake up for in the morning, and the one thing that calms my waters and soothes my soul. Music is magical. It has a tendency to creep into your mind and draw the pain and sorrow away without conscience thought of doing so. How many times have you had that ONE SONG that just plays over and over in your mind, until you want to explode. It could be a song you like, it could be a song you can’t stand, but none the less, THAT is the magic. These lyrics explain it better than I ever could:

“Blame it on the love of rock-n-roll
All I wanted, all I ever needed
My guitar gave to me
Every song I've sung blame it on love
Every war I've won blame it on love
Everything I've done blame it on love
Blame it on the love of rock-n-roll”
-”Blame It On The Love Of Rock And Roll”
-Bon Jovi


I love guitars, they’re powerful instruments, and when someone can make them really sing, it’s heaven.

Music wise, my inspirations are Bon Jovi, Poison, Skid Row, Iron Maiden,
Dio, Black Sabbath, and Firehouse. I love 80’s hair metal and classic heavy metal.

It’s so happy, and I often tell my friends I’d love to be 19 years old, in Los Angeles, in 1984. That’s my dream place. Honestly, the whole “Sex, Drugs, and Rock ‘N Roll” lifestyle really appeals to me. Which would explain why my idols, and obsessions, are all long haired men with tight leather pants and guitars in their hands now wouldn’t it?

I can’t really say anything other than I like to be alone.
People bother me most of the time.
My patience towards trendy behavior is extremely limited and my temper is not the best in the world.
I like dark colors, and I like the night, it holds a certain mystical eminence to it.
Sometimes, like in one of my poems, I feel like I can only truly be myself under the night’s protection.
I have no religion, I feel one cannot say which religion is right, but I do delve into the Pagan/Wicca way of life quite often.
I read about many subjects people would consider “strange” or “odd”, like Magick, Allister Crowley, Satanism, crime, spirits, ghosts, history and many Rock ‘N Roll biographies as well.
If this is reason enough to label me as you do, then so be it.
I’m happy.
I suppose that's it....I hope to post some poetry on here in the near future...