In the club, my DJ, Bentley, had put on the second song I’d asked him to, disrupting whatever was on the wait list. I’d planned to be singing this one to her on the dance floor, not realizing I’d have her on my sofa. “I Wanna Be Your Slave” by Maneskin pumped through the monitors and the walls. And fuck if it wasn’t so sadly true.
I AM GOING INTO CARDIAC ARREST
