Thursday, May 30, 2019

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It was one of those nights that the sky was clear and the stars were visible. I had just defeated the emphasize 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 in search of this night, something that could make me exert my body to its fullest extent. I needed to go and release some stress by dancing at a club, I needed to let loose.When my friends Mike, Christina and I arrived in San Francisco our first destination was the Cat Club. It was a seedy little place hosted the break beat and hobo camp music. It wasnt much to look at it, with its dark entrance and several vagrants sleeping in the street near the entrance. A different crowd hung extinct there. It was a mixture of old dance party burnouts and very young ambitious club-goers. I felt confident though, I was departure to go in there and knock the crowds socks off. I was in my best fits (outfit) I was wearing my black old school Adidas running suit with whiteness stripes, and a black Kangol hat. The Adidas Superstar shoes that I was wearing had my white fat laces in them, to add a little flavor, but the shoes themselves looked almost war torn they were scared from many other late nights. As the line moved forward closer to the entrance of the club, I could feel the pulsating vibes of the music like a gust of wind every time the door was opened to allow other patrons into the club. It sounded wild in there, I was alfresco and I wanted to be in there so bad. Just the sound of the music and feeling of the vibration was making me more anxious whence ever. I felt like a little kid waiting for Christmas. I needed to be inside, on the dance floor, just it and me. I was going to dance tonight. Suddenly, the line had stopped. What was going on? This couldnt be happening I needed to be inside I needed to feel weightless and sweaty from some fast paced break dancing. My legs were jittery with anticipation.

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