See, but that’s the thing I’m learning lately. When you’ve done the things I have, when you’ve started what I’ve started, sometimes the stories out there about you, they take on a life of their own.
Even when you think one is dead and buried, here it comes crawling out of the grave, like I did… evolved and reaching for your throat.
At which point, well, you might as well give up trying to run from them, the stories, and instead accept the truth, you might as well open your ears and say, “All right then, go on, tell me about me and mine…”
I’m Skinner Sweet, the first American Vampire, and I’m fucking listening.