Soleil
I’ve come to the realization that I am a toxic and violent drunk when I’m not in the right headspace. A night that started out fun turned into a category five hurricane. We were all having a good time, partying and drinking. I even managed to get Gunnar and the uncles on the mic for karaoke. All was good in the hood.
Let’s be honest, that’s where we were at. An underground club known as the Underworld was located near the sketchiest part of town. Everything there was strapped, staff included. The inside might have looked classy, and the people were dressed in high-end name brands like they were going to the Grammy, but let’s call it what it was. Just a room full of thugs with people claiming they were either in the Mafia or affiliated.
You’ll know who's legit because they won’t
