In recent times, I have been in contact with a friend of mine that I've not spoken to in ages. At one point in time, we played shows together, but I have given up the music years ago for a chance to become a nationally published author. But now I am nationally published... and in our recent conversations he has voiced that he would love to see me get back into a band.
I must admit that this is a pleasing thought...
But it can never be the same like years before. When I was in my music days, I was also in my club phase. I was going to at least 2 clubs a week. I have to admit that I loved the clubs. The kids were fun, and the fashion was ridiculous but sexy. I really miss the girls who were still looking good in their skin tight torn skirts and fishnet apparel. There was a girl who used to where a fishnet top with electrical tape over her nipples. There was cleavage and black lips. Eyes like cats and legs that you just wanted to lick the salty sweat from...
um... yeah, I miss those days. The best part of it all was the after club experience. This was the trip to some overnight diner to get some food and relax after a night of dancing like goobers. Only, after a long night of moving and sweating, the white foundation and black eyeliner has run and worn leaving us all looking like black and white clowns. the sexiness became a desperate realization that it was all a facade and we were all going home with only who we came with... ourselves.
But there was no regret or fear since there was always going to be another week. Until one week, there wasn't another week.
But I'll never forget...
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