The process of changing your name is very moving and quite strange. I filled out a lot of papers, paid a fee, saw a judge who ask me why I was doing this (the social security issue makes it more complex, but I do not want to be found). I told her that I was being stalked and had been beaten by my stalker. The cut under my eye was the icing on the cake. So with the sound of the gravel… there is no Jesse Walsh. I am gone and I have turned into someone else.
Cheryl is no longer my mother; she has been replaced by a woman from telephone book. I listed father unknown because I am a bit of a bastard. Place of birth, Chicago… I shaved a few years off my age and had myself reborn on February 14, because I am also a bit of a sweetheart. So enough info for you. My name is of my own choosing and it is not a joke, just a place for me to rest.
I have been scanning back newspapers in Springwood and am not surprised to find very little info about me and Fred. As I thought, gay rage in the killing of Ron, No connection to Schneider and no mention of the party, of Lisa. No mention of Nancy Thompson. The house was placed on the market and sold. I also read that Springwood is increasing in value at a rapid pace… it is considered one of the ideal places to live in the United States. I think that is why they buried my story. Well, lucky me and unlucky fool that buys that house.
I read my Mothers obit and I was listed as her only son, whereabouts unknown. Dad received a single line in the paper… child molester murdered in Prison. No word of Angela.
After changing my name I went to Holy Trinity and had a mass said for my family… I wept and then I dried my tears and walked out the door… a different man. I must not think of them anymore, they are gone, gone.
I returned to my painting. Andy Warhol was in the building and my door was open to let in some air. I was in my underwear and covered in that blood orange paint that Rotko used. Andy whispered “may I come in and look?” He said “Oh… my” I told him about Catwalk Horror… he knows Colin. Then he said “Oh … my” again and was gone… I am not sure what to think but it was very interesting to meet him.
HE looks like a Ted Bundy type, I noticed he has a small crack at the edge of his mouth and was bleeding… I continued to paint.
Nightmare on Elm Street 2 opens in one week and I am nervous to see it.T he poster boy makes me look so big and butch but I have seen a photo of Mark and that is not him, big and butch I mean… more pretty really. I suggested to Colin that he use him in a future shoot, I will think up something fantastic for him (that is if he can act)… anyway. Miles to go before I sleep… xo, Me
Have you head the new song by Wham!… it really sticks in your head..