Pure Luck

During a warm and lucid evening in September my life would change forever.   Something like this does not just happen to anyone; fate decides who deserves such a wake up call.   That seemed to be the last night I expected a scene so horrifying to happen because the vibe of the whole evening was uplifting.   Everything seemed perfect since everyone happened to be in that happy-go-lucky mentality.   We did not expect the events that were to follow later that evening.


I heard the restlessness in his voice.   “You got a light?” Steve questioned with eagerness. He was not the only one with the anxious tone to his voice.   I   hooked him up with that so needed light to calm his nerves a little.   We were on an excursion to one of the greatest places in the world:   New York.   Steve, Dennis, and I had planned this journey for several weeks now. Our anticipation grew immensely.   The outing was to a club in New Rochelle which would be a new experience for all of us.   Riding in the car seemed ominous.


  “Na man, you gotta take the exit for the George Washington Bridge,” I nearly screamed at Steve when he almost took the wrong exit, which would have put us in a position we absolutely did not want to be.


“Alright, DICK” he sarcastically replied.


After what seemed like an eternity we hit the right exit and it put us down the road from the club.   We arrived, jumping furiously out of the car and hauling ass to the line at the front of the club.   At the club there were many DJ’s and live acts that I looked forward to catching. Fortunately I got to see most of them.   The experience was quite a relief after that car ride.


The inside of the club appeared amazingly pleasing to the eye. The surroundings were the most comfortable of leather couches and a balcony over the main floor that was humongous. More than two hundred people occupied the balcony alone: drinking, talking, and staring awestruck at the sights, which included a thirteen foot...