the underground music buff

He looked different and that's what I'm beginning to understand that I may be attracted to. He had long goat like chin hairs, piercing blue eyes and those long dimples that I truly adore. He wasn't
very tall and was covered in tattoos... right up his neck. Yummy. His name was Jon and I could tell by his mannerisms he was nervous.
As we sat in the coffee shop and fumbled for words to say, I could tell this was going to be painful and I had to bring my "A" game and give it a good try.
We talked about the weather, we talked about cars? He had an old truck which he had proudly fixed up and proceeded to tell me about his skills for fixing it which was a topic I can handle being that my father was a mechanic.
Jon mentioned he knew some "people" from the area where I lived. He threw a few names at me and I recognized one, a guy named Chris. I jokingly said if you want to do a background check on me ask Chris, I've known him for about 25 years. Jon did not laugh, actually come to think of it Jon did not laugh at all during our coffee date. Sign that should have slapped me in the face.
We proceeded to talk about our kids as it became apparent that was the only thing we had in common. Our kids were roughly the same age. I spoke highly of my kids as all parents do.....unless you're Jon who had just returned from a local hospital. His son was doing a little rest there for drug addiction. Wow.
Now I'm not judging the kid, I was a kid and damn its hard. The pressures and the social media now a days. yikes! Jon suddenly looked extremely worn and old. He was a man who was broken. My heart truly goes out to any parent who struggles with a child with drug addiction. Jon basically said he had given up on his son. I don't know if I could ever give up on my child. It was defiantly mind crushing.
I tried to change the subject, "Do you have Facebook?"
Jon kinda looked at me embarrassed, I was confused. He paused and said " I do but its not what you think."  Jesus Christ com'on man spit it out.
He then goes on to tell me that he doesn't use his real name......he uses his "underground name"
WTF...SMH
I was having coffee with a guy who blogs and mixes and promotes goth and very heavy underground metal music, almost satanic. Well holy shit, should I be surprised really? He then tells me he's very well known for this in "his community"
Which way to the cult?
Just kidding, I was very interested almost like enthralled with his story, number one because I couldn't believe it was true and two because it was like an accident on the highway, you just gotta slow down and take a look....(and that's what I did a few days later after my friend found his web page. Its a dosey, that's all I can say, throw in the pictures of the goat heads and all the people on there using their "underground" names its really quite like nothing I've ever seen.)
Anyway when the unbearable silence kicked in I started to get up from the table and he walked me to my car out in the parking lot. he started to put his hand out to shake but then he said. "do I shake your hand or give you a hug?). I opted for the hug cause after that story, I needed one.LOL.
I got in my car and drove away.....I knew we would never speak again.... thank you sweet baby Jesus.