CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
SATURDAY, MAY 25, 2013 10:31pm
Fourteen Years Ago
Marcus should have stopped drinking twenty minutes earlier. The fuzz creeping in at the edge of his eyesight suggested water from here on out. Noise raged around him as the throbbing dance music shifted to bone pounding disco. Would this stuff never die? Around him the crowd had thickened, bodies hot and wet from dancing, alcohol sloshing from loosely held cups. Sticky pools of liquid ran across the floor from forgotten drinks now knocked or kicked or just poured from those souls further down the hole than he was.
The house was bright, every light the frat boys owned turned on and extras brought in to charge the dance floor with flashing color and dancing swirls of epileptic flutter. It was just another scene Marcus
