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Written by Neef - ACG's angry young man and keeper of the 10 foot barge pole.
Where goths come from
I don't exactly remember when he started coming into the shop, I see so many people each day..remembering once face of our three, four…hell..even six dozen gets to be a little bit hard after a while, But the first time, The Very first time I remember him clearly, is when he came in, and bought one of those heads, you know..the ones that they puts hats on..or wigs? Those kinds of heads..
Here he was..this weedy guy..Couldn't have weighed more than about 50 Kilo..black jeans…heavy boots, tshirt (black of course) and a studded leather collar peeking out of the collar of his battered army jacket.. Thought no more of it really.
I get all kinds of people coming in here, buying all kinds of things. It just happens. The he came in few weeks later, Bought Himself a hand, from a mannikin, still dressed the same way, black jeans, black coat, boots, stringy black hair.
So I asked him. "what're you doing..? Building a girlfriend?" In that smiling tone, that voice which says, I'm only teasing, but I'm still damn curious..I wanna know! "Yes" he replied "I am" In another tone of voice, the type of voice which says I'm real serious here..you see if im not.
I shrugged, As I said, I get all kinds of people wondering into this shop All times of day and night, whats one more single, lonely goth geek to the multitudes of nuts out there?
Came back the next week, this time wanting a foot. "What, Only one? Whats she going to do, Hop?" "Ive already gotten her one ..all I need is a left now and Im almost done" One again with that dead serious tone of voice, matter of fact, with this teeny edge to it, which implied to the trained listener, that the speaker was slightly on the edge. "Tell you what, I got this one in just yesterday. Is this what you're looking for?" He looked, reached out tentatively, ran his hands over the foot, over the toes, to the delicate arch and over the unblemished heel
"Perfect" sighing like a man in love, he slapped the cash on the table and gathered the foot back into its packaging, walking out of the shop, like he was carrying a Faberge egg (If youre interested by the way, I have one in back ). Needless to say, about this point I was getting curious, damn curious. This Guy was obviously a strange one, But something there was itching in the back of my brain. All the time, I could imagine him, sitting in a dark room, lit by candels, gradually, Obessesively assembling the woman of his dreams. One piece at a time. Smoothing his hands over joins and seams, Untill finally she stood there, as perfect as he could envision her. What kind of magic he'd have to work to get her to come to life I don't know. That isnt my thing, I just sell the stuff, I don't give instructions fella.