Quickie
The music was booming. The only lighting was from the strobe lights keeping time with the music. The club was a sea of grinding, flailing and sweaty bodies. The DJ was pumping out music to a very enthusiastic crowd. I felt like some sort of voyeur alien sitting by myself in a corner looking out at some foreign life form that only briefly came into focus when the strobes shot their intense light onto the dance floor. My corner remained dark, out of reach of the the sporadic lights but definitely...