I could still smell the chlorine from my acting class pool party when I got home, logged in online looking for something other than what boys normally look for online.
I was actually trying to find out why Alan Wilder was missing from the artwork on Ultra. “Maybe he took the photos…?” I thought. Nope.
Then, the chat room, then, well, the rest.
Here we are, twenty years later. (Say it out loud: twenty.years.)
I don't know where to start. So, why should I?
I thought I knew everything.
I knew what song to play. When to play it; The exact moment when I would move, Go in for the kill.
This is a lot of flesh. NSFW.
I didn't shoot this. But I would.