I turned thirty yesterday, and the thing about being part of a teenage death cult is that you’re not supposed to turn thirty. It was a personal failure on my part—the kind of personal failure that meant the ghouls of New Orleans were after me.
I turned thirty yesterday, and the thing about being part of a teenage death cult is that you’re not supposed to turn thirty. It was a personal failure on my part—the kind of personal failure that meant the ghouls of New Orleans were after me.