I’m not really sure what I’m even doing here. I don’t even drink. I’m not opposed to it; I’ve just never done it. Clubs and bars aren’t really my scene, but it called to me when I spotted the neon lights in the distance. I’m still riled up and itching with aggression, and I thought I could just sit inside and quietly wait for a good bar fight. I tried to explain this to the bouncer, but he just looked at me like I had lost my mind and told me to leave.
