I got embraced around in the 60's. I was living in some kind of hippie hotel or something. My Sire (don't remember who she was) took me to Gary cause that bastard Lodin, the prince of Chicago said, "No vampires in Chicago!" Then she just left me, cause she was a stupid Malkavian. She probably thought it was funny to make vampires and then leave them. I hope she's not dead, cause I want to kill her myself. Anyway, I'm like a world famous millionare rocker with my band Malkavia. Now I'm hanging around with Gladius Wolfe... He's like a cross between James Dean and Nicholas Cage. And these other two guys... One of them is a big mobster called Valtori; he used to be one of the primogen of Chicago, but then we killed all the primogen (except for the mobster) and Lodin. Heh. And the other guy is a cop. He's supposed to be real serious or something cause I think he's a Ventrue, but he acts almost as bad as me. What a crackhead.
I haven't done much to my page lately. I've been on tour. It's hard work, sleeping all day, playing music all night . . . I've had to resort to killing onstage for food. It really adds something to the show.
Hister, the drummer, was killed by the Sabbat in New York. So was the cop guy. They both sucked anyway. We had to call off the tour. The Sabbat clans suck the most. No they don't. The Camarilla sucks more.
