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 days since I met Alanna. The Playoffs were coming to a close. The Thunder were defying expectations, but their critics said…

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 not every day someone's crying in my lap for an…