Her name was Sherry Rome....

She wore skull buckle boots
And hush puppies
And smelled of expensive perfume baby powder and clove cigarettes,

Her hair was black as my soul
And her lips were red like the blood that flows thru my veins.

Her fingers long and elegant and cigarette stained and she was always cold like a vampire.

She was my english rose ..a rose in a world of weeds and ugly things and I fought to get her, I showed her the charming man and was always on best behavior.

Her name is Sheri Rome and is from new orleans or england and lives in la??

She had an accent that would go away when she got comfortable

She would take the bus to cal state to come see me from Pasadena

I ran away from home with her because my mom didn't want her to sleep over because her mom said if it's past a certain hour don't come back until the next day.

It was a innocent love , nothing physical and our connection was all mental but my traditional mother did not agree so I went with her.

She probably has kids now that are full grown and she has her hair blond and an ex and new husband that never will know her the way I knew her for such a short time.

Our connection is eternal but we were both goth kids running away from the bullies and assholes of woodrow wilson high school.

I hope she is well and that all her wishes come thru and that most important of all she is happy.

I had a dream last night so real it was like it lit the pilot light inside of me

Can't sleep,I have nightmares.

Or I can sleep, but every few hours I wake up because of horrible nightmares that jar me awake.

After one of those as I was coming back from the land of the dreams.

I was walking in a parking lot along side a woman, she said "Sal,you need a hug?" And I embraced her and it just made all my emotions come out,like water from a faucet.

I woke up crying and still am. And I realize that in all this time I am completely alone,but I will be good...I don't have a choice.

Just grateful that my sub conscious or whatever that hug was from happened and grateful for it.

Evilchavo Out.

Peter Murphy in Phoenix, May 3 2016,Crescent Ballroom.

I being newly single and with time on my hands made a decision to go to a show.

On my mind was the concert I went to at the greek theater in la in the 90's, now that I remember also having severed ties with an ex but only a few years in.

Peter Murphy was a lot more chatty than I remember,still awesome.

The crowd was mostly 40 and over with a few well raised youngsters scattered about.

Did not play cuts you up but everything else, the crowd was fun and only annoying thing that comes with today's society is the pinche cell phone screen lights.



Evilchavo out.