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Saturday, March 23, 2002

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Here's a scenario for you:

Local club, geared mainly at the under 18 crowd -- amature djs, and people lining the walls much like a highschool dance.
Big mafia-type guy heading the operation, pulling aside a young gentleman -- known to dabble in the not-so-legal...
"...we need at least 10, this is just between you, me, and Kevin... anyone finds out, someone's gonna get fired."
The whole place is so small that no one can get away with anything -- unless they're in on it. There are only the select few that are in with the management, maybe not directly -- but the staff knows to leave them alone, and hassle anyone else.

...strange, strange evening.

Normally I'm excited to dance the night away, I could hardly get in a shuffle -- though being out of breath half the time didn't help matters any.

If you haven't got your health -- not much else that you do have really matters.

Labels: 2002