DECEMBER 10TH/ 08 / THE RAMBLINGS OF THE COLOUR BLIND. Distance. Measured in time, or cigarettes. Hours behind a steering wheel. Eyes wide open. No one knows where you've been. No one knows what you've done. No one asks how you got there. What's your story? No one knows your name. There's man in the dark jacket sitting at the edge of the bar. Lighting another cigarette and looking himself in the eye through the reflection in his drink. He is on both sides of you.. in the hall or mirrors. The bar seems crooked. His teeth, a little misplaced. He rolls a ring around his finger once or twice then spins it on the bar. It hits hard like the sound of a gun shot.. but he swirls and sips his drink as if he doesn't notice. The sound is deafening. Almost heartbreaking. He looks over at you from time to time as if he can feel your eyes on him. Always opening his mouth as if to speak a few words.. but he always looks right back into his abyss. He lights another cigarette, finishes his drink, motions the bartender for another, and looks over at you. "I spent six months in a city. I spent 5 years in a penitentiary. I'll spend the rest of my life hiding from my memories. I'll write, I'll smoke, and I'll drink in this place until I figure out how to escape it all. It's a life I chose when I left home. Sometimes when I look into the bottom my empty glass I see the life I could've had.. Or at least the life I wanted. Which is weird, considering I did everything I wanted... and this is how I ended up. A selfish, bitter man with crooked teeth sitting at the end of a crooked bar." He looks away. You look down at your full glass.. and your cigarette burning away in the ashtray next to it. This is you. You are an American. This was your dream. And now you're living it. ---------------------------------- I misplaced it like my wallet. I should have let it be. Should have left it in my pocket. Not thrown it to the sea. Sanity is what they call it, but it is far from free. Kept inside a locket. Yet, out for all to see. Displayed out in the market, or tied up with your keys. It all drips like a faucet. The sound it deafens me. My eyes pound through their sockets. My lungs begin to bleed. My pupils dilated. The drug is all I need. ----------------------------------- So it begins. The life. The death. The truth. The means. The dream. The sweat. The blood. The pain. The lust. The want. The need. The hate. The lie. The love. The clean. The Fake. The one. The claim. The take. The stake. The set. The play. The Trees. The way. The fade. The trust. The leak. The Prey. The loss. The guilt. The only way. Nick. DECEMBER 10TH/ 08 / OBSERVATION. "Where am I going?" It seems to me that the choices I've made have put me in a position that feels all too familiar. The loss of love, the gain of trust, the rise above, the shadowed lust. The broken speech, the haggard tongue, the crooked teeth, all shredded from. The day they fit, the night they fell, the ones they brought through all high hell. The lovers' split, they shared the pain, but when there's nothing left, who stands to gain? If trouble feels, and fear can breed, does want then spill into these streets? If pain can hold all certainty, then soon we'll see it perfectly. One day you're up, the next you're down. The days they pass without a sound. One minute, one hour, six years of pain. When solitude is an open flame. We've lived some days, and slept the rest.. but the best are felt from chest to chest.. From skin to skin, or lust to win... or any other variation within. I've lived my days, I've lost my nights.. I spend them swimming in these bright lights. On a cliff somewhere not far from here.. All this pain will disappear. "We're going down Nick. OCTOBER 25TH / 08 / NO NEWS! Looks like finding some interesting news has proven to be difficult.. SO! I'm just gonna ramble a bit.. I'm extremely bored at my job, and of course the people walking in and out smell... a little odd. And it's making me kind of sick lol. Last night was interesting.. but tonight is beer pong at my cousin wades house! So it should be a pretty good time. I'm exhausted. My mind is restless. I'm not really sure why I have trouble sleeping at night. I've been thinking of taking some pills to help me rest, but everything I find seems to have catnip in it... Why is there catnip in it?? Anyways... if anyone has ideas on how I can fall asleep at night.. shoot me an email lol. Take care guys, Nick. OCTOBER 21ST / 08 / GRAND OPENING! Hey guys!! As you can see, the site is finally up and running. It will be undergoing a few changes over the next few weeks so keep checking! We should have a few clips up in the next week or two off the new and improved ENVY by Nick Verona & The Elixir Act. So be sure to keep checking the page for updates! Thanks again to Wade from Wadewest.net for putting this page together for me. Be sure to check out his page whenever you have time. I hope you all enjoy the layout! Remember, you can contact me at anytime at nick@nickverona.com Take care Nick.