This was it. This was where it was at. This was one of a bevy of things back in the day that filled me up and kept life beautiful. The sights. The lights. The people. The sounds. The vibe. Electric. Alive. Not me. So, so not me. Not anymore. I was there, feeling it, immune to it and missing it all at the same time, the last like an ache because when I’d had it, I’d had it with Logan. Yes. Big mistake. Huge. I had to get out of here. I couldn’t go.
