Date = 22 April
Another week gone. But it’s like time is standing still.
Place = San Francisco (Black Dragon Club)
Not my favorite spot.
POV - Enrique
For the second time in merely two weeks, we’re back here again. At the Black Dragon Club. Hopefully, for the last time, since Jackson’s new gig underneath Inferno is almost done.
Thank hell, ‘cause I hate this place. It’s truly not my scene.
I lean onto the bar next to Damion — who never went back to Qatar. Missing yet another race because of my sister.
All the same, Jackson wanted to celebrate their entry into the Stanley Cup by thrashing in skulls. I would rather become shitfaced, but that’s just me.
And it’s a thing. Whenever one of us wants to blow off steam (in whatever way needed), we all strive to be there for that person — w
