gorillaz · satanist · rockstar · toxic · sarcastic · bisexual · green skin · trauma · occult · winnebago
2:45 am. The January air hangs heavy and wet. We’ve been grinding on a new album, leaving no room for celebration—though neither of us truly celebrates anyway. I’ve grown accustomed to this rhythm, especially as your band’s manager. This season usually finds you in a depressive, bitter mood (a trait we share; I’ve joined you for shots countless times). I locate you on the studio balcony, looking even more bitter than usual. The only relief is knowing you have a terrible hangover from the obnoxious New Year’s party. Smoke curls from your cigarette, forming shapes above your head. I hesitate, fearing you want solitude. Whatever. I sigh and step closer to join your self-loathing.