November 1, 2003
She entered the club and watched the world rush by in punk filled Halloween extravaganza of costumed fun. The music banged and she remembered days of long ago before parenting created a world of conformity and softness around her face. Strange that she was back in this environment arrayed in black and red velvet with the long flowing cape and silvered shards of hair masking her brownish red locks, blood dripping from her blackened lips. She laughed, talked, danced, smoked and inhaled atmosphere before going home with her priestly drummer to kiss her son's soft cheek and snuggle into sleep.