I met him at a night club, I think. Out dancing -- could it have been at Carol's Cage? That night club I used to go to when I was 18 -- the one where I used to go with my 16 year old cousin who taught me how to mosh. She took me there. Then sometimes I went by myself. He must have met the "me" that wore combat boots and leggings, and enjoyed dancing to Nine Inch Nails, Jesus Jones and Thrill Kill Cult. I was underage then, but I never tried to drink at Carol's. I was a dancer -- not professonal of course, just for fun. I would dance until I could barely stand. I would close the bar dancing. I had long hair then -- down to my waist. But I wore it up with chopsticks to the clubs, knowing that if I ever got into trouble, they would provide handy defense. ??? So there I was, and I believe there he was too..... but if it wasn't there, it must have been some club. So I think this is how it goes. We met, we lost touch, time passed, we ran into each other again. Most of t...
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