Remembering him - Part 1
I could still picture those bright neon lights, a kaleidoscope of colours dancing through the darkness that shrouded the room in elaborate movements. They came in varying hues of blue, green, yellow, and purple, the likes of a rainbow, but a complete juxtaposition in intent. Each one of them carried a personality of their own, but combined, injected a certain thrill and mystery into the room, a strange addiction that kept people wanting more. It was an unexpectedly cold Saturday night and the room was a flurry of the loudest music, chatter, exaggerated cheers, and laughter. People were seemingly happy, delirious even, dawning the biggest smiles and emptying bottles after bottles as though their lives were dependent on them. Carefree and unbothered, they lived like kings, making decisions based off of the devil that stood ever so proudly on their shoulders. There were two types of men present that night. One had their eyes glued to the stage as girls in scantily clad outfits pranced aro...