The club was a place where time stood still, or at least felt like it. It smelled like incense and the velvet on the walls drank in the sweat of dancing bodies. The lights were low, throwing hues across the room in pules. On the piano Tariq, moved his hands over the keys, playing […]
I couldn’t pinpoint exactly when, but at some point I started eating punches. Metaphorically, of course. I wouldn’t have stood there to take a physical one without fighting back. But I know someone out there feels me. Metaphorical punches are like someone trying to bruise my ego. Bitch shit, basically. I just remember that last […]