Being Honest With Fiction

There it was, a night in perfect shape, a long line that enters a club and a great list of chaos and waiting insanity. This was life. Ad this was my life too, wild as ever, like it is when people are young. Nothing else mattered at the time. Not my bills.Not my rent, which was due, of course.I never thought about investments or retirement funds. Nothing else was important, except of course, the fact that my life depended upon the beating heart which needed to beat hard and fast.Like lightning. This is the way life goes when it comes to wild youth. This is what it means to be crazy,I remember,This is also the way it felt to be let into a place in New York City. These were the places where the music blared and bodies danced in the heat of beautiful persuasion. I cannot say that I dared enough to dance as much as I should have. However, I can say that I dared enough to experience the heat of flesh and enjoy the temptation of late night affairs. There are some who never saw this.And many…