The cool geometry of pool and neon clashed with the revelry that night. I stayed until 4, but it got too weird even for me. (I had lost $200 anyways) I toyed with going home, but I didn’t need the shit I’d get, so I went back to the bar for a beer and a few rounds of pool-strictly professional. I left with the sun and came out up $35. I was walking home & met J-the guy who threw the party. I asked him why he was out with a party under full throttle (without some control, these parties tended to explode-even the police stay away) He said “I recruited one of your housemates.” “How did you do that?” “She owed me a favor” “Which one and what kind of favor?” “Jan B and none of your business, nosy.” “Whatever-so what are you doing out anyways?” “Fresh air and some smokes” “Kool-I’ll be back. Later.” “Later.”
We walked our separate ways. I found out later that someone died and he was going to get a fixer.