A little Cheri on top
The night started like a Death Metal Video. Cannibal Corpse blasting out of the speakers at full volume. The lyrics are dark and sinister. The lead singers voice is strained and demonic. The thunderous chords of the guitar and bass are slamming me like a sledge hammer. My ears are hurting but I don't care because I feel alive. This is what fun is suppose to be like. I drop all of my pretenses and prejudgements because tonight I re-invent the lost boy in me. The car pulls to a stop in front of...