Funny

Funny

he he he he. Michael Jackson was summoned.

come on a he says loudly, erupting the ground below me. I fall to my feet and

staring at everyone else around him. there eyes, they are not normal. Everyones eyes are pitch black. they dont even look human anymore. there eyes are just dark and empty

, empty like my soul. Nobody understands what they or I have experienced. Woe to those who attempt to delve into the deep recesses of my mind. "Is that goth enough?" I asked the

Vandal. "Let me check. We got a limit on how many Goths can go in the club. What kind of Goth are you?"

He asked. "why should it even matter what type of Goth I am??" I replied impatiently. The bouncer looked like he'd also had a long day "Yes it does, now what KIND of goth are you?"

"Okay, okay. I'm a Visigoth.THe OG." The bouncer checked with someone on his headset. Word came back he was clear to enter the club. THe bouncer waved him through. "Nu goth was my

entry into the culture, but then I realized that was for the anime fan kids. I liked a good anime sure. I mean DeathNote? But not for this club. Here, the old ways rule."