Nother year is coming past and it feels like just yesterday i was in a world far away from here...for me the year turns to new every 9th of the November fall...a few decades its been now that i have been amoung the world and it seems so...big...but meaning-less when everything comes down to it...but yet still i strape up the domanias pick up the gas mask and head out into the night of my generation...im kale and im young...im a kid in my twenties out in the big world walking down the road with the glow of all the neon signs on my face reading...beer...tattoes...grils...i look at myself as a face that gets lost in the crowd of ppl in my generation cause i was not a football star nor the top of my class...but the one thing those kids never could touch was my class and lifestyle...living in the underworlds of cities that sleep the night away while i reside in back ally raves and clubs lossing myself in the night of mystery...from the late nights in columbus ohio floating amoung the dark scenes of the almost canabalistic raves...to the hardcore industrial nights spent driving far from home to a different scene of spacey cyber almost out of this world elegant moves found at the I Nation in Bowling Green...laying in bed remembering the nights at Boulder's in newark screaming my lungs out at the thrash techno Djs that filled my night with a hazes of pink purples and blues of the strobes that lay on my face night after night just as i lay in my bed of a coffen...im not writing this for you so dont get all up in a fuck about my gramer or spelling this is just a night at home thinking of nights away from reality of work and home waiting for my escape to the ungrounds of the night i love and hold so dear to me...