Reggae Nights Part 1

‘You have to leave, miss. The club is closed’ Bang. Bang. Bang. ‘Okay’ I stand My head spins I sit down and pull my knickers up. What the hell had happened? I remember Tracey with her arm around my shoulders ‘Don’t worry sis, I’ll look after ya’ The night had started off great Pre-drinks Cab ride Then down a spiral staircase A man behind a hole in the wall takes our money Looking like a miniature whore in make-up and heels I was let in Without question Fourteen Thrilling Dark room Deep reggae Vibrating wooden floors Winding bodies Flashing white teeth Air thick with smoke The green type Tracey hands me half a lager With lime ‘Get that down ya. I’ll see if I can score ’ The first mouthful tasted like earwax The second Earwax Why do adults drink this? I put the glass on the bar A Rasta with six-foot dreads hands me a joint I had seen it done before So took a nice Long Pull And held it down as long as I could Then one more And PING! I was done The music was inviting A fog rolled in I remember swaying in time to the base Barley cognitive Sensing an encroaching tsunami I sat on a chair Flitting in and out of consciousness...