Late Night

It was one of those nights that the sky was clear and the stars were visible. I had just defeated the stress of finals and was now ready to be back in action; the late night activity of the San Francisco underground scene was calling my name. It is where a person could go and walk down one street and probably visit at least 30 clubs by doing this. There was a particular flavor I was …

…am, with a broken ankle and with a faint smell of urine on my clothes from when I landed on the floor after my fall. All of my anticipation and annoyance was pointless. I won’t be able to dance or go out for months and even then my ankle won’t be the same. So the next time I am out and dancing I know to beware of the any three-eared bunny I see.