"Yesterday I burned my nieghbor at the stake, then I stoned his wife to death and hanged my nieghbor's son. Now I'm just like all you christian fuckers" - Logan November 12, 97
Logan was a mentor of sorts as he helped me in the path of Satanism...he told me that one should never worship anything, respect is much stronger than being on your knees. And so when I became a full fledged Satanist I did not worship the 'dark forces' as the CoS calls them, no I respected the act of nature, the act of evil and I in return gave my loyalty to Shaitan. Logan was wise beyond his years, which sum people wouldn't expect for a 20 yr old...he and I were mostly the same, he played in a band (nothing big) and made the music and I wrote poetry, in fact I believe that he used one of my poems during a gig. It's sad to lose a friend, espesially one that was as close as he was...when I was getting fucked over by this christian bitch Jacky Smith he was the one to tell me to get the fuck outta there while I still could, with his help I got her off my back for good.
Why the fuck does everyone hafta die young, Logan coulda gone places but like most druggies he went from fix to fix...he wasn't all that hardcore but he did it often enough to get addicted to the shit, a week after he died I got baked outta my mind...I was sure fucked outta my tree, the weed was totally laced with coke, I sat there in the bathroom stall for about an hour...just staring up at the wall and I fucking saw him, Logan was looking like he usually did...but this time he wasn't smiling, he looked down to me and I knew what he was saying. He was telling me to stay away from the shit, to stay away from drugs period cause one day they'll fuck you over for good. Now this coulda all been some weird trip I had but I don't think so, after he left I turned and looked at my face in the mirror, I looked like shit. I summoned up my dragon Mor and told him to help me go cold turkey on the stuff, I was a cronic so it was pretty hard but I got through it. Even in death Logan helped me, and everynight when I cast my circle of protection around my house I send a blessing to him...Logan possibly saved my life and I won't forget that ever, no more drugs...I own him that much.
Logan was a good friend to myself (Brother Blood), Bloodstain and Dead Soul. When I found out that he had killed himself if was hard to believe, how can someone close be gone forever. But he was, he had shot up on heroin and then hanged himself...was it the drugs at the wheel or did he know what he was doing. This is the poem I wrote for him two days after I found out.
