Colorado was always cold In January. Blistering cold to be precise. The kind of cold that when you step foot outside your body feels like it might succumb to a bad case of frostbite. No one would want to be outside on the evening of January 3rd. Evenings were much worse for obvious reasons darkness made the cold unbearable. January 3rd was when the man from a troubled past, dressed in all black with the exception of his plain white button down shirt and his gold earring that was in the form of a cross would question every belief he ever had. He used to be part of The Goth Kids back in school. Now he was a nobody. No job, living at home with mom and dad smoking stolen cigarettes and handouts for coffee. He uses a cane for a condition he has dealing with his spine, so the cane helps correct his faulty posture. The tall curly haired goth would soon become more than just a nobody.
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Michael Chronicles
FanfictionThe story of a gothic young adult man and the life he lives. (South Park Fanfiction)
