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So last night was one of those nights where I felt completely restless and discontent. I started the night by meeting my sister and a few of her friends at the Fox and Hound where we played several games of pool. I left there and went to see a friend of mine DJ at Shuck and Jive. The place was pretty empty and I left there before long.

I decided to take a drive down to The Church a Goth/Punk club near Deep Ellum. On the way down I had a chat with Dreamstar which helped my mood considerably. I did not really dress for The Church just wore a comfy pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Every once in a while I like to dress the part and go dancing but as I said my mood was weird and I was just in a watching state of mind. There was not that much of a crowd once I got there and I spent most of my time on the second floor balcony watching the dance floor. I like the music there and tend to enjoy the atmosphere on occasion but on occasion one or more people will piss me off. It is usually due to a run in with some fucking spaz who thinks that Vampires are real or that he has the physical prowess of his D&D character.

One night while on the patio a beer gutted 40 something male in full lace, leather, and frills was using a whip on his lady friend who was bent over the railing a good 8 feet from the wall I was leaning against while smoking and enjoying the air. Now he decided to get a little flamboyant with his whip so he started backing up and adding loops to his swing. Needless to say he was not looking behind because I guess he assumed everyone would just clear out for him. I was enjoying my smoke and was comfy so I really did not feel the need to move when he did not have the courtesy to ask. His course eventually would have backed him into me had I not put out my hand to forestall this. Turning his head he gave me a look of pure contempt. I raised my hand palm out and nodded my head to let him know I did not need his favor but was just stopping a collision. He either took this as a sign that I would make way for him or he intentionally meant his next act that was to bring the whip sharply back where as it brushed my right cheek. Now I usually just mind my own business and watch but after that he immediately raised the whip in the same motion so I grabbed his wrist and swung him to face me. I told him that it would be in his best interest if that did not happen again. He decided to cock up and told me I should get the fuck out of his way. This not being the response I was looking for but expected I said since he decided to throw polite out the window I would give him two choices. I ask him to look my in the eye so that he would know without a doubt that I was sincere. I told him choice number one was that I fuck him up and humiliate him in front of his friends and sub. I clarified that he should remove the thought that bouncers or friends would stop me before I accomplished this. Then I told him choice number two was that he could walk back over to his friends and tell them that we had words but I backed down. I also clarified that if he ever thought about fucking with me again that he had already used up his get out of jail free card and next time I go directly to choice number one.

I am not the type who looks for fights or altercations usually I just like to kick back and watch humanity work while I enjoy the commotion. In truth I have not been in a fight in several years and am adverse to pain. I do however have a sense of honor even though it is not the most mainstream thing to have. I believe most people react out of pride and not honor and that a good part of those do not know the difference. I am not above acting out of pride but I do try to limit my actions to what I believe is the right thing. I am sometimes wrong in this but once I realize my error I do try to rectify my wrong.

Happily last night I had no run inns more severe than dirty looks. I spent a pleasant couple of hours watching scantily clad women dance to good music while enjoying cold sprite washed down with Camel Lights. In the end I came home in a much more peaceful mood and was asleep not long after laying my head upon my pillow.

I think tonight I am going to have a nice dinner at The Keg Steakhouse and go watch a movie. After that I am not sure but you never know what the night can bring.






Panic driven I tear myself from the fear stained sheets.
In the darkness I stand alone.
Between ragged breath I hear the echo of pain.
Turning on the bedside lamp I see that I am alone.
The light puts fear at bay but the hate will not easily go.
In my hatred I stand alone.
Walking thru the house I turn lights on as I go.
The light holds no comfort because I am alone.
I turn on the stereo and the speakers answer with an adible pop.
Into the music goes my soul.



-Kim