I have long admired
Mill Avenue and the street culture there. There were days, long past,
where I lived on the streets in attempt to understand the culture.
Sleeping under the bridge on occasion--now flooded for the lake; so
beautiful in its putresence--having friends, watching them come and go
with the seasons.
I used to hang out with the Rocky Horror Picture Show crowd outside
of the Valley Arts Theater, basking in the Gothic glow; visited the Nile goth club when it still existed.
Now these things have mostly faded away, although replaced by other venues, but I still remember.
And eventually, I've been separated from my favored
I wrote scores of work
on street rats, street life, wrote on the honors of a street knight, of
an awareness of the world. I've even written treatises on Goth clubbing culture.
Yet, my greatest talents, it would seem, are in the silver pen: the fictitious word.
I have never forgotten that words have power.
So, in order to give
back to the place that so richly bettered my life.
I am writing a fiction
that involves Mill Avenue, as I knew it, as it is now, as it forever
shall be: the street culture that makes it real.
The main character, Vex Harrow, is a Goth like I am. So, of course, I will
include a certain tone that reflects that sub-culture; the music, the dress,
the literature, and a lot of the interesting facets that touch on mundane life.
I intend to complete the fiction in
segments that I am calling volumes. Each volume will consist of three
chapters. I will probably ghetto-publish them by going to Kinko's,
running off a few copies, and pass them out to people that I know on
Mill so that they can enjoy the work. Of course, there will also be
the Internet version. The crux of the matter is that it'll pretty much
be free (unless someone really wants to pay for the crazy babble