Josh writes:
Every now and then, the following conversation (or something like it) occurs between me and Ben from Dog Biting Men:
"You know, you're my favourite goth."
"But I'm not a goth."
"Exactly -- that's what I'm talking about."
And subsequent protestations go ignored. Now, unlike, say, Apathy Jack (whose repeated insistence of non-gothhood simply serves to emphasize how goth he is) I really don't consider myself anything more than peripheral to the goth scene. I mean, some of my best friends and all that, but, you know...
Anyway, yesterday my girlfriend needed a baggy T-shirt, so I suggested she borrow one of mine. She reaches into my drawer and pulls out a swag of neatly folded black T-shirts:
"I don't want one that says rude things on it -- how about this?" (picking up a still-folded T-shirt from the pile)
"That's my Preacher one."
"How can you tell them apart?"
"They're all different... shades... of... black..."
Slowly my world began to crumble.
4 comments:
I've had exactly the same conversation with Ben and exactly the same conversation with your girlfriend... Scrub that last part; it never happened, and three nuns died to ensure that.
(In re gothdom I have a flatmate here who keeps trying to get me to attend goth-functions not because I am a goth but, because, apparently because I have been known to dress as a Victorian that goth-functions are my cup of Nescafe...)
Yes, I'd imagine that Ben has that conversation with most of the non-goths he knows, what with him being a dirty, dirty whore and all. But that's what we like about him.
As the Internet is a haven for lies then I want to state, categorically and without predujice, that RSJS went to a pubic boys school, that Josh has a prehensile nipple, that Mepoc once toured with a filking group, Liver ate a dolphin and Jack destroyed Tokyo twice without shedding a single tear.
It's True. I saw Mepoc and the Filkers.
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