To enhance your status to a goth, ask, “Would you like to go on a picnic?” The goth will initially react with disgust at the thought of spending time outdoors in sunlight. Then add in a deeper tone “… in a graveyard?” The disdain quickly turns to glee. Suggest that the goth bring its notebook of poetry to share with you.
Bring a camera on this play-date to establish yourself as a kindred, artistic soul. Take pictures of the goth posing dramatically next to mausoleums and angel statues.
Don’t bring any food for the picnic. Goths don’t eat anyway.




Goths love clove cigarettes. Is it because many cloves are black? Is it because they taste better? Is it because they are worse for your health than regular cigarettes, therefore beckoning Death at an accelerated rate? No one knows.
