Memories of my Wasted Youth

Many moons ago i spent many nights in this place, exiting with my clothes drenched in sweat and heading towards the Big Egg or Denny's, anywhere but home, still needing time for the drugs to kick out of my system, this was one of the first places to serve that long dead fad called Smart Drinks in the lovely city of Cleveland, a place where i'd smoke weed across the street from it in the parking lot, a place where i ate copious amounts of acid and danced until they threw me out, a place where i had friends and girlfriends  buy me shots until i turned 21 and could buy my own, a place where we heard about some new drug called Ecstasy, the place where i candy-flipped for the first time, a place with a kicking fog machine and strobe lights in the floor, where i scored and lost girlfriends, where i met some brilliant souls and some total assholes, a place that was open until 4am and sometimes later, a place that i'd leave with the birds just waking and the sky beginning to lighten and i'd be high as a fucking kite and running on the adrenalin of my young and what i thought indestructible body and mind, covered in sweat and talking with my friends and with any luck holding the hand of some girl or exchanging numbers under the street light, in a short a very beautiful and dare i say innocent time of my life... and now i see this, years later, but the place where the club once stood was a porno shop last time i went by, located next to a gay bar, of course there's a very amusing story involving the Cleveland Indians, the Florida Marlins and a very drunk, tall man wandering down the street and attempting to find solace in a place of his youth after a game 7 loss but mistakenly thinking the gay bar was the Nine of Clubs but as i said that is for another time...