Now I ride with the mocking and friendly ghouls on the night-wind, and play by day amongst the catacombs
I know that light is not for me, save that of the moon over the rock
I know always that I am an outsider; a stranger in this century and among those who are still men
I'm a selfish prick. A hot, rich, pampered intellectual with a big dick and a marathon tongue. I'm young enough to do it often and old enough to do it right. I don't have time for petty drama or emotional hysteries. I do what I want, when I want.