Friday, February 17th, 2006
11:36 am
Smoke Rings and Shiny Things
Watching the smoke rings circulate around the yellow beam of light bouncing off the disco ball deep in the black ceiling of nickies. Live PA sound bouncing off the walls and a warm heat generated by the moving twirling bodies sweating it out on the floor. drinking wine and collecting money in between smiles nods and otherwise loving interactions with the usual bar patrons. Contemplating the thought of small pockets of true feeling that breed in the underground of san francisco. Little glimmers of light reflect off of tribal jewelry and shiny belly chains stretched ear glass and amber amulets. New comers watch in awe from the bar stools most of which are empty vacated by their dancing inhabitants early in the night. Cant help but dance behind the bar and feel my heart swell up so large that I fear it will burst from the overwhelming amount of energy being forced through my little chest. Undeniable sense of family washes over and I take a place by the sub to dance out the end of my bar shift with my favorite patrons. Have i died and not noticed ended up on some other plain? No Im still here...this is my life......I feel so loved I cant sleep after this night...I only hope I can hold onto that feeling until next time!
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