He had seen that terrible broad not too long ago and felt utter despair after leaving her apartment.  He was surprised the sun had even rose that morning. Did he not put it out forever with such an unholy act? Pure lust in its sugariest state.  

After the hot evening winds took him to some haunts downtown, he ended up in a club with those beats that go thump. The night air, hot as hell even with just a t-shirt. A terrible scene inside that club, vicious plastic-like freaks and global transplants doing what they call dancing to these electrically powered sounds.  Indeed he felt great, that synthetic pulsing sounded wonderful in his warm ears.  He had ingested unknown powders with his wild friends.  They were a good group of savages swaying and bobbing to this nearly indescribable symphony of records and samples. Wild times indeed. 

Outside the club as morning broke they smoked a joint and afterwards ate breakfast. Completely spent, they all went there separate ways, dividing the same as they arrived.

She had contacted him soon after and it was easy.

That lonely path to empty desire, necessary as a checkpoint in a young man’s existence.