Long Day’s Journey Into Light

It’s an archaic photograph from bygone days, but the atmosphere remains the same. A solitary red light in a dark room below ground. Ken on drums, Jack on guitar, Ilya on bass, myself on guitar. Some highlights, some lowlights, a shoddy recording that isn’t worth sharing–save maybe five minutes of sonic meandering. Bad microphone placement. Descending further into the abyss with substances. Ken asked us to help him with band names, and we must’ve come up with sixty of the most awful names. Every time someone completed a sentence, we would look at it each other, and repeat the last three words of the sentence slowly and nod knowingly. I wore an ankle length skirt and tripped over it ascending the basement stairs at two a.m., fell on my face, and sliced open my lower lip.