Black-Eyed Betty

About me:

"I’m your worn in leather jacket. I’m the volume in your fucked up teenage band. A pack of smokes and a six pack... I’m the dreams you had walkin’ down the railroad tracks. You and me... I’m your first taste of romance. I’m your first broken heart on a Saturday night. Guys like us ain’t got no chance, but I’m the thing that keeps you and me alive... But not forever. So take me down the road. Take me to the show. It’s something to believe in that no one else knows. But don’t take me for granted. I’m the blood on your guitar. I’m that wave you caught back in 1975. I’m as strong as a thousand armies. I’m as soft as a petal on a long-stem rose. I am love. So take me down the road. Take me to the show. It’s something to believe in that no one else knows. But don’t take me for granted. I’m with you when you’re born. You can take me when you die with all the reasons why... But don’t take me for granted. No one knows. Don’t take me for granted..."

My hair is occasionally weird. So far, I have six tattoos and I'm down to six piercings. I can't dance. I like watching horror movies, but not by myself. I regret never having had the opportunity to meet people like Ernest Hemingway and Andre the Giant. I make collages in my spare time. I love to read, but I don't like to write. I am artistic, but not necessarily creative. Photography is my bag. I make coffee for a living, and, right now, I am happy with that. I don't like to drink alone. And while cigarettes may be a shield against meaningful interaction with people... I always enjoy company during my smoke breaks.