It was a late afternoon.
I went to a club which had opened new and which seemed to be really good according to some people.
On arrival i noticed some fance cars and a red carped. What was going on ? Was it always like this?
I went in and a lot of people stood there to get a ticket inside. I guess i just came in time and got lucky.
Few „celebs“ were drinking and dancing there too.. It was a rather normal club atmosphere.
One guy was drunk as hell and puked all over himself and a few guests, they werent happy.
It had another two floors and the third was secured and only for „special people“ as the security told.
I saw a group of people which seemed to go to the third floor. I stood behind them and walked as if i was one of them. I just really wanted to see what was on the third floor.
But the guards stopped me.
„Wait youre that guy on the poster at the wall!“
Me ? N- No youve mistaken, thats my twin brother, his name is gofuckyourself – and i ran down to the first floor to the exit.
A guard rammed me off my way and i lost consciousness.
„Five – one, we got the motherfucker who stole money from us last weekend. Not so smart to come a second time to this place ha?“
I woke up in a chair and two police men stood with the guards. I saw how they bribed the two cops.
What happend after?
Well i lost my clothing and nearly few fingers… I cry’d myself out of it and only got big kick to my face.
Im alive, the money is still save.
Next week, ill try the club on the next street… They will have a mask party…