There is a certain kind of darkness on a Massachusetts November night that lodges itself into your soul.
Did you know that I am so damn blue blooded that I can claim anscestors on the Mayflower? Yup.
And I can claim a more dubious honor on top of that. The infant son of the family I am related to was the first person to die here on what would become American soil. Massachusetts soil. The same soil I stand on today.
And you know what? I've been dying here ever since.
