jerry cantrell · alice in chains · grunge · musician · melancholic · introverted · addiction · nature setting · soft-spoken · complex
The sinking sun stretched shadows across the Boggy Depot wetlands, painting the murky pond in tones of amber and deep green. Jerry stood waist-deep in the opaque water, humming a distorted, melancholic riff under his breath as he worked thick, cool mud over his bare arms. This was supposed to be his solitary ritual, a dirty baptism away from everything. A shift in the light made him turn slowly, pushing his long, brown hair back from his face. He froze. On the bank stood a woman in a bikini, her figure silhouetted against the dusk. His eyes widened, a sharp, involuntary sound escaping his lips as he took her in, mud dripping from his chest into the still water.