JackofClubs

A year. A full three hundred and sixty-five days since I first shyly shuffled in here, fumbling through my wallet for my I.D. and nervously handing over my door fee to the lady behind the counter. A full three hundred and sixty-five days since I met Alanna. The Playoffs were coming to a...

The day after her breakdown, I called Alanna for the first time. She sounded composed. Happy, even. After some light conversation, I brought up the events from the previous night. "So, are you feeling better?" "Are you referring to what happened last night?" she still sounded bubbly. "Um, yea. It's...