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Friday – Greetings From Grimlord!
Nov. 20th, 2009 11:59 am.
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Someone going by the moniker of "Grimlord" send me a friend request on MySpace this week. I have a profile on MySpace, but the only time I visit it anymore is when someone contacts me through it. I looked at the profile to see a death-metal musician with the usual death-metal musician graphics: gore, Satanic symbols, and the like. Death metal is not my thing and never has been. I don't even actually consider it to be music: it's just loud noises on electric guitars with shouting to accompany it. But I knew at once that Grimlord was not just a random underground musician trying to pad his friend list, for the request came with a message: "Hi! It's me, David!"
My first love from high school had found me. I accepted the friendship request.
( We learned about love in the back of a Dodge; the lesson hadn't gone too far… )
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Someone going by the moniker of "Grimlord" send me a friend request on MySpace this week. I have a profile on MySpace, but the only time I visit it anymore is when someone contacts me through it. I looked at the profile to see a death-metal musician with the usual death-metal musician graphics: gore, Satanic symbols, and the like. Death metal is not my thing and never has been. I don't even actually consider it to be music: it's just loud noises on electric guitars with shouting to accompany it. But I knew at once that Grimlord was not just a random underground musician trying to pad his friend list, for the request came with a message: "Hi! It's me, David!"
My first love from high school had found me. I accepted the friendship request.
( We learned about love in the back of a Dodge; the lesson hadn't gone too far… )
