When Goth and cheese begin to occupy the same space . . .
The title was inspired by a moriarty6 post, but . . . I really did see two, I guess you'd call them Cowboy Goth(?), characters in the 7-11 the other day: Black trench coats--to the floor--over black cowboy shirts (the kind with widow's-peak pockets and snaps) and black boot-cut jeans over black cowboy boots with, of course, black cowboy hats and dark, dark glasses. One guy was a bit long in the tooth--he may have been over thirty--the other was definitely twenty-something. "Are these guys, like, a band, hey?" I thought to myself. Shit-kicker Goth. I knew something was missing from my life.