A flash of a smile touched his lips as the vamp watched her taste the pie, yet it was her questions that brought forth a contemplative look. In truth introspection had never been his strong suit. Preferring to simply flow from place to place, his life had been a blur. Still as he considered her words a distant look swept across his face. A moment of silence lingered in the air as Jeremiah took a drag from his cigarette, but with a small nod he softly spoke up at last.
"Hard to pick through the muddled mess of my mind, but can give it a try for ya. After ya'll left Louisiana I remained for a while, playing guitar for whatever blues group caught my ear. After that I headed out West, and sorta South, passing through Texas and beyond till I hit the ocean in California. Don't remember much of the sights, since all the bars and clubs looked the same to me...but I do recall sitting on the beach one night. Just me and the moon, serenading that ocean..." Smile slowly growing, he paused to take another drag.
"From there I remember being in New York, think it must have been the 50's or so. Took a cargo ship out to London later on, cause I was there when the punk scene exploded. Between that though most is just a fucking jumble thanks to the drugs that were flowing. Far as folks I met...well that's a jumble too, but one of those good kinds." A chuckle slipped from his lips as the vamp tried to piece together something coherent for her.
"Played with countless people, but most aren't of note. Hell I still have Johnny Cash's hat though! Won it in a poker game I think, but I count us even since he won my lucky lighter. Drank with the King, shared some weed with Joplin, and wrecked an ungodly amount of hotel room with more then a few rock legends. Wrote lyrics with some faces ya'd know, and taught guitar to a few ya wouldn't...all in all I had a hell of a run, but the world's just gotten to damned small of late." The question of broken hearts was met with a boyish grin and a little shake of his head.
"Done enough drugs to kill a herd of elephants, and drank the equivalent of an ocean's worth of liquor darling...but never once even considered sharing my bed with another lass or lad. Ya were the first, last, and only for me darling. After all no fucking human, or any other supernatural could hope to compete with ya."