Well I guess I let my da-da-da down tonight. I cannot blame the drug(2). I'm left wondering what they might think but mainly I don't give poop because I know it doesn't matter. I'm in charge of the whole world/nothing. If anybody recognises this mood, do give me a call.
Anyhow my friends and I were slipping into the new morning quite carefree; acquaintances were moving towards friendships, lusts were meeting lusts; the rooms were filled with many other party heads.
The music moved us, and moved us to have arguments for teasing. And I navigated 4 girlicious women and a friend with edge through the glassy Manchester streets. Towards what was my final destination of the night. Four minutes into the club and then it struck.