Beside Myself
I trudged through the frozen muck for a mile, crept down unlit streets, and arrived at an empty train yard. I found an unmarked door and went inside to a candlelit basement. It was the Spielpalast Cabaret fundraiser.
I briefly conversed with friends, acquaintances, and strangers (no eye contact equals no interest, move on) but spent most of the night lurking in the corner. I played roulette, repeatedly betting on odd; I won a lot of money then lost it. I saw a human cockfight and a striptease.
I trudged back home. The muck was more solid and the streets were lit this time. When I arrived home I was beside myself and tried to photograph it. It gave me an idea for a bipolar self-portrait.
I rarely go out anymore unless I can dress up and don’t have to drink to enjoy it (I have a two drink maximum).
1 Comment
caleb d. said 269 days ago:
Hey, Scott.
Great photo, great title. Keep up the quality posts, I enjoy checking in when I can. I’ll have to get something in the mail to you one of these days. C.
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