>he hasn't already made plans to go clubbing this weekend

Nightclubs became like a drug for me. The first time I'd go to a graet one, it'd actually feel magical, like I was in another world powered by music and drugs and laughter and myself and everyone elsehad shed the weightier parts of life. I'd be hyponotized. The new music, the otherworldly decorations, the sweaty blonde sluts. I'd go through phases where I'd hit up certain scenes and then cool, from honky tonks, to raves to neon discos to foam filled gay clubs. But the more I'd go the more I'd find myself breaking the hypnosis, stepping back and laughing at all the jerks and losers in there pretending to be someone else, the bartenders and bouncers for whom it was clearly just a job, the music that I'd gotten used to sounding like the crap youd hear from the window of a guy who drives a nissan gtr or something. I'd see what dancefloor and place would look like when the lights came up and realize there wasn't any magic there, at least not any more. Eventually I started trying new drugs and drinking more and finding new crowds to explore newer, more exotci clubs but I get bored eventually, and faster. In retrospect, I think getting "lost" in cool nightclubs with beuatiful people was a way for me to escape what was at the time a more boring and insecure life. As I've gotten older and more mature, confident and happy I no longer feel the urge to explore those corners of experience.

I guess that's just part of growing up.

More like Backpain Madonna lol

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Because I'm not an odious degenerate.