Trail of deceit - pages
- Entry 2:
It all started for me when I met a guy called Christan Mezzina. He was this loveably confused rebel type of guy who left a trail of angry girlfriends behind him. I think we had mutual friend and I wound up at a party in Finsbury park that he was at. We 'dated' for a bit ( I guess you could call it that) Slept together a few times and sort of hung out drunk. He was in a few grunge bands and sort of half connoted to the punk scene/half connected to the hipster scene in East London. We used to hang around thrift shops drunk mid-afternoon and he would tell me how drugs had the power to open up your third eye and how all human affairs were linked to the planets and the stars, and how every culture had this archetype linked to the planet Saturn and this symbolism of death and divorce as an essential part of life. I found it interesting, he never seemed like too much of a whack job. I should have known something was up with him back then I guess.