The Kindergoth Escapades

You've read the story of Jesse James of how he lived and died. If you're still in need; of something to read, here's the story of Bonnie and Clyde.                                                               -Bonnie Parker  Hey there guys!  Hope all is well on this freezing morning -_- Have I mentioned that I hate Winter...because I REALLY hate Winter!  The Kindergoth Krew is all scattered out today and back to work.  I have one more night to go this week, and it's about to kill me.  I've got a lovely sore throat. ughh. Holliday Grainger  In honor of my mom's birthday being yesterday.  \\HAPPY BIRTHDAY!//  I'm going to do a small piece on something that she's into. Honestly, if she isn't watching "Chopped," she's watching some murder documentary on Investigation Discove...

A little backstory on this one...when I was 16, a classmate of mine that had been battling cancer for quite some time passed away.  We were acquaintances, never really talked at all, just had been classmates for at least 4 years.  Anyway, and I should preface this by the fact that I’ve always had this fear of cancer.  If I was ever sick or saw a spot, that’s what my mind would go to,  I guess it was trying to prepare me for my current reality  in which my mother has been battling stage 4 cancer for a year. Just a month or two shy of the 1 year anniversary of his death, on “4/20,” to be exact, I had the weirdest dream that I was in this glass elevator with him, and he was trying so desperately to tell me something important.  Of course, you can’t predict the future in dreams, so the paper that he showed me was just fuzzy, fuzzy writing.  I jolted awake, confused and with the tightest of knots in my stomach.  I then wrote this:   A s...