![]() I wouldn't be talking to you if I hadn't. And when I left you, I was hanging from the proverbial cliff, you might say. Then something utterly unforeseen took place. My autobiography was doing respectably with both the dead and the undead. I'd just made my debut in San Francisco-first "live concert" for me and my mortal band. I even figured I'd do some good in that fashion-playing the devil on the painted stage.Īnd I was off to a good start when we talked last. I wanted to be a symbol of evil in a shining century that didn't have any place for the literal evil that I am. REMEMBER ME? THE vampire who became a super rock star, the one who wrote the autobiography? The one with the blond hair and the gray eyes, and the insatiable desire for visibility and fame? You remember. ![]()
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