14When I arrived at Allegory, after a short Uber ride to Pioneer Square, there was already a line halfway down the block to get in. It reminded me of my days at Stigmata or Helter Skelter in Hollywood, back when they had been cool places to go dancing with my friends. My friends.
Pushing the sobering thought aside, I strode alongside the line, feeling adorned in this whole goddess-like confidence.
Faces turned my way. Traces of admiration, jealousy, and hunger floated in the air toward me. How can I know any of that without even looking at them? I can feel them. Does this have something to do with what I am now? Do the others have this?
The doorman let me in without a word, without a cover charge, and without checking my I.D. A Jedi had nothing on me. One look into his eyes with a thoug
