Sunday, June 6, 2010

I Heard No-Sound From The Back

Some club, somewhere. Maybe its that place he's always talking about in Randolph. He is, presumably, dancing and notices that it gets quiet. He turns and sees people turned, watching something at the back. Man and woman, bouncers, crowd. Man turns and woman throws glass, hits the back of man's suit and shatters. No cops. He expounds on the double standard involved in domestic disputes. I nod and agree, not willing to be drawn into it.

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