The Ace Of Clubs

I’m the Ace of clubs, and I don’t mean any poker hand either. I’m not talking about the book club your granny’s a member of or the scout club your 3-year-old nephew goes to. I’m talking about nightlife, the life of the party, the nightclub.

I always wondered why it’s called a club, because you feel like one has hit you over the head when you wake up in the morning. Spinning head, empty wallet, and no phone.

I feel like a zombie when I eventually rouse myself out of that recovery slumber from the poison I put into my body. I always tell myself “never again am I going to put myself through this”. But, the spineless, rubber arm that I am finds myself time and time again in a throng of push and pull to get to the bar counter where all your troubles can be forgotten.

Until you forget how much money you’ve already spent and buy a round of shots for your friends. ‘Shotalot’ they all cry and down the esophagus goes you’re hard earned pennies, the liquid elixir we crave after a hard day’s work. In the moment nothing else matters. You are controlled by it. It owns your life, and you let it.

You let go because there’s so much you hold on to, holding you back from yourself: small fears and insecurities that grow out of proportion. You forget about those fears when you remember the moment. You realize that when standing at the bar counter looking at the other lizard monkeys jumping around forgetting their worries.

The DJ is heavy head-banging and has got his hands in the air. There is always that one guy who has lost complete control, or it looks like he has. If this guy is absent on the night, I become that guy. Actually, I’m always that guy. I don’t care who watches and what they think. I occupy space on a cramped dance floor. People don’t want to get elbowed in the head by a crazy white boy, jumping around with flailing arms and sweat spraying in every direction off his brow.

Yip, that’s me. I get lost in the music. I’m not trying to find myself, only create myself in the moment that is now because now is the only moment there is. 

The most random and spontaneous things happen when you go to a club on your ace. Nothing is planned... so everything happens. You meet interesting people from weird places you’ve never heard of. You go to places you’ve never been to, on streets you’re always on. You have a genuine experience and a night to remember, mostly, unless you wake up in the morning feeling like a zombie. 

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