Clubbing Gone Wrong

In the Beginning

The pounding sound, the drinking, the distraction. I craved it, I'm not quite sure exactly what it was but at the club things were ok, it was my only real escape from the world. Been 28 years and I'm still just some idiot looking for an escape. I walked through the large glass doors being drenched in sound and purple light. I nodded a quick "yo" to an old buddy letting the door close behind me. I stepped further in about to let myself become lost on the immense sea of people when I stopped. The world spun and became unfocused, just a blurry wave of colors. My head pounded as the world I knew came crashing down. I had made a horrible mistake and I needed to fix it somehow, I had to get my life together.

I left my usual haunt walking through the crowded night life until I stumbled across an old, unattractive building. Something moved within me as the red shone down on my pale cheeks. I looked up seeing the neon red cross and a sign blatantly reading soup kitchen. I pushed open the creaking wooden door stepping up onto the cracked yellow and green tile. There weren't many, about three. One man was sat at a table his raggedy clothes barely staying on his slim body, the dirt as if it would never wash out of his skin. He was slurping from a small bowl while watching the news on the miniature tv. The other two were stood in a small outcove that led to a pathetic kitchen. The two stood talking oblivious that stranger was at the door. I took another step in and one turned her head revealing a tan, made up face. She forced a smile as she asked

"What are you here for hon?".

At first I was completely oblivious to the fact that she was speaking to me. I scratched the back of my head and looked back up to her expecting face.

"Well this is a soup kitchen right, I would like to volunteer".

Her face brightened a bit until she looked me over. Her face drooped some as she noticed the expensive jeans, maroon button up, and the faint smell of alcohol left from the night before.

"Well we'll be open again tomorrow at 6 if you're actually gonna show" she spat out not expecting much from my seemingly uncaring self.

"OK I'll see you tomorrow then"