Bonejack’s friends think he needs a lifestyle.
He thinks he might like being a goth.
So as a good friend I went with him to the Vamp night at the Holy Grail.
With the lights down the garish paint scheme didn’t overly offend.
In large part older goth men stood on the edges and young goth women in extravagant corsetry bopped away on the dance floor. Periodically large groups would disappear outside to shiver and smoke.
The guys running it went around every now and then asking what people wanted to hear. It seemed mostly people wanted to hear old NIN and Rammstein.
We played a lot of pool badly.
Bonejack thinks he might like to be a goth and plans to go back.