I remember, that a good friend of mine, and I, were driving around town around 9 at night. We were talking about random things of course, in taking the pleasure of having the company of someone you truly enjoy, when Madison hit down on the breaks in the middle of this empty random town street, where driving anything over 10 would probably get you screwed. A street that was constantly filled with the playing of little children and loose dogs when the sun ruled the sky. A street of people, it was. The suburbs of the town. 4 young gentlemen crossed the street, Madison grinned at them and watched them jay walk all the way across the street. They gave off cold expressions and crossed the street with quick glances at the driver and his passenger, yet everyone was sure their efforts would have been in vain, due to the lack of light. "Haligh! Haligh! Yet down yonder! Alas! Thus we see the speicies of Metal heads, being bad asses and breaking the rules, drugged up I'm sure, how I wish they could see me smile. Maybe we should rile one up! It'd be loads and loads of fun! I'm sure, he'll flip me off or try with all his might to over come my rejection of his kind, I swear he'll try and give me the most stubborn pride you'd ever come across to meet. Though deep down, he'll cry, cry because I will not accept him. People such as that, are a joke. His music, his hate, this he will never truly come to understand." He let out a loud burst of laughter. This he often did, for he was not an uptight man, but a loose man, filled with a sickness of love for his life. A king among his fellow man. This laugh though, I must admit, was a mirror reflection of a past, that I couldn't even begin to describe. He continued to speak, yet the tone changed to that of a man who's eyes had seen with uncovered eyes, the voice of an old obverser, the voice of a sum. "The acceptance of a complete stranger, is of quite a value to this type of man. The acceptance, is quite a value in generally. He is not a man, who will live as himself, but live as himself through the eyes of others. Never, never lie to yourself, about who you are, despite how lonely it may be. You are as good as you try, and a god of the things you choose to be. I don't claim to know them, really, but by their looks, my physiognomy skills tell me just about too much. You are a music lover. Don't anyone ever tell you differant"
