A night of their own
This is me. Relatively normal by most accords, I suppose, but on this night I am learning that normal is in the eye of the beholder, and that every scene has its characters. Some wear pastel colored polos, while others choose grungy concert T-shirts. A character in one scene might recite poetry between drags of a cigarette, while another may thrash, bang and fight in their own. But on this night, my scene is the Axis of Evil. It's a gathering of punks, goths and any other mislabeled misfit desperate for the type of night every college aged person yearns for. A night where they can be themselves.

