Articles by 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...

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...