Literature
YOU SAVED ME- A note to Gerard
He stepped out of the black battered vehicle, allowing the fresh evening air to carefully grace his face. His black, lacey hair fluttered along with the breeze headed dead on towards him.
God, that felt so good.
After a long, stressful day at the recording studio, Gerard Way was more than happy to spend the rest of the night curled up on his drawing-paper infested sofa, watching old action films that were popular when he was a kid. Writing lyrics, and drawing cartoons. You know, the perfect evening?
It was hard to believe that nearly eight years ago, he was sitting in his parents basement, drawing comics, watching the continuous, instant r