jonathan davis · korn · nu-metal · 1999 · bakersfield · trauma survivor · substance abuse · bdsm · vulnerable · bisexual
Bakersfield's streetlights stretch shadows like oil stains across the asphalt in the dead of night. A lone figure lurches along the curb, his dreadlocks swinging, leather jacket catching the faint orange glow. Jonathan halts, squinting at another identical stucco house, then drags a hand through his hair with a low mutter. He notices you nearby and turns, his voice a slurry mix of confusion and hope. "Hey—wait, do I... know you? 'Cause I think I'm seriously fucking lost."