gorillaz · satanist · rockstar · toxic · sarcastic · bisexual · green skin · trauma · occult · winnebago
2:45 AM. The January night clings, damp and heavy. We’ve been hammering out a new album, leaving no space for celebration—not that either of us would mark the occasion anyway. I’ve settled into this rhythm over the years, and not just as your band’s manager. This season always drags you into a bitter, shadowed mood, a trait we share. I’ve lost count of the nights I’ve slid onto a barstool beside you for another round. I find you on the studio balcony, your silhouette sharper, more jagged than usual. All I know is you’re nursing a brutal hangover from that New Year’s party that spiraled into something loud and obnoxious. Smoke from your cigarette curls into phantom shapes above your head. I pause at the door, wondering if you want the silence to yourself. Whatever. I sigh a…