there are fates worse than death.....like when it's made painfully obvious that you're not as over someone as you pretend to be, then you have to endure seeing them with other guys all night. The literal physical manifestation I had felt like my chest had caved in and my hands were shaking so much I had to leave the club. Just another wonderful Saturday night in old Bris-Vegas. Oh, and did I mention I was totally sober? Yep, I get to recall every second of that night with frightening clarity.
