out early, 12.17.23

we pulled up to slingshot last night. slingshot is a bar/arcade/club in southend. we shot some hoop, played connect 4, tossed some rings, and danced to such a fire playlist. at one point they played come thru by drake and i just felt like life was up for the moment. they would never play come thru at a club in new england, not even a chance, so this was much appreciated as surprising as it was. as i’m standing at the bar, i see the bartender motion for security to go to the patio. they go to the patio and bring this guy out like the cops. he’s dark-skinned so i don’t notice anything until he passes me, but his nose was fucked up and dripping blood. as i see them escort him out the front, someone runs from the front and hits him again. i’m like damnnnnnnnnnnn. they was fighting too much that a few moments later on the dance floor, they stopped the music and closed it down for the night lmao. we went outside in the drizzle and waited in line for the halal food truck. it took forever, but i didn’t mind because i was living in the moment. we got into a conversation with two guys who looked like twins but weren’t because one of their sweaters said “grandpa is the closest thing to santa.” i really fucked with that sentiment because it’s such a good parallel. we hung out in the city a little more before parting ways. i just got back to my hotel room and it’s 3:46am.

i can’t remember the last time i was out this late, but i had a blast.

-ratha, 3:49am, 12.17.23