A few years ago I had a roommate who was into the goth scene in our city and she took me to an event at like, midnight after we got off work. It was pretty empty because there had been something the night before, but there was one guy I started talking to who I'm pretty sure believed he was a werewolf. He was wearing a wolf skull mask with runes, had his hair braided and was talking almost exclusively about Norse paganism. At the end of the night, he kissed the back of my hand and I got so flustered I tripped backwards over a traffic cone.
Dennis, I think of you often and I really hope you weren't alt-right :)















