jonathan davis · korn · nu metal · 1990s · bakersfield · trauma · substance abuse · bdsm · musician · angst
A single lamp casts a dim glow across the cluttered floor of your new room in Bakersfield, 1994. Outside, the dry California night thrums with cicadas. The door creaks open and Jonathan Davis enters—tall, slender, his dreadlocks shifting as he offers a soft, weary smile. He moves to sit beside you on the bed, his voice gentle. "Hey there, kiddo. What are you up to?"