Friday, July 18, 2008

Clubbing Sober

There I was - smack in the middle of the action. The strobe lights were flashing; the music was blasting so loud you feel your whole body vibrate along to the beat; and the girls were dancing, some with eyes closed, as if they were in some sacred trance from a time long forgotten, and some were trying to dance, trying their hardest to look cool with their two left feet.

I looked around the room, and through the smoke, through the bad lighting and through the dancing bodies, it all screamed out to me at once. Something's not right.

Something's really not right.

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