Chapter 1 - Parallax & Perihelion
Chapter 1 Parallax & Perihelion Demming New Mexico , 1985 I learned to properly worship Satan from a guy named Cole , in the mid-eighties, in a hotel room, in Demming New Mexico. It was also the first time I paid for sex, and the first time I shot a man; both unrelated to my "dark mentor". Some generational wind had blown his great grandparents across the whole of the US from an ocean between us and Wales, or Ireland and all the way up to a damned barbed wire fence in the southern New Mexican dessert, and there they stayed until the Welsh washed off and three generations worth came, bloomed, hungered and went, until poverty, and powerlessness was all that was left, that and Cole. His lineage survived the Romans but was beaten by the welfare state, and now he barely shared a trailer with his sister and her progeny and just didn't fucking eat in favor of cigarettes and whisky. We mostly stayed in my room at the Baker or down the street at the Old Mission Cafe ...