When I was a teenager, my friends and I had neat places we’d like to hang out. There was Trash Banks (a parking lot with awesome banks and curbs near a set of medical offices that we’d skate) and various other parking lots of businesses that we’d skateboard at. We always thought of Skateboarding as one of the better activities for teenagers, but it always seemed to make us targets for kids in gangs that were looking to start fights. Sometimes we’d just climb up on the railroad tracks near downtown. I guess this is how it is in a town where there’s nowhere for teenagers to go except a shopping mall (and the mall was about as impossible to go to because of gang activity and fights as School was). I had the biggest crush on a girl named Diana. One night we went up on the railroad tracks and were talking. It started raining and we started making out in the rain. We climbed down under this giant metal grate and watched the silver metallic rain drops collect on the underside of it and drip down. It looked awesome. (Eventually, when I first heard Silver Rain Fell by Scorn, this was the picture I thought of.) Diana and I left the tracks and spent the rest of the night just hanging out and talking. I told her that the whole night The Angel by Ministry was going through my head on repeat. At Diana’s funeral in 1992, Rob and I listened to The Angel over and over in the car before, after, and on the way to the cemetery.
Posted on: Sat, 05 Oct 2013 07:16:59 +0000
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