Fun Kills: A Night Morning of Excessive Partying

Club Nostalgia is what I call it. There are times when I yearn for the eardrum-bursting sound of the club, be it house, hip-hop or trance; the ambience, the dancing, and the cancer-filled air. These are the things I want my weekends to consist of. I really don't know what I find amusing in the club, the company of my friends perhaps. But why don't I find tambays similarly interesting? Well that is because there are two Joshes in this world: the subtle one, prominent in the situations wherein the presence of alcohol is made available, and the wild-I-dont-care-about-the-world one, seen most frequently during the combination of music and friends. The latter is the one that invades the clubs. Yesternight was different. I have never stayed in one club for too long. I exceeded the climax and was entering the downward fall. It wasn't fun anymore. The ear-piercing music wasn't pleasurable anymore. That coupled with the smoke-filled air gave me headaches...