Empty Distractions

Marcello

By the time I got to the club. I already knew I was not going to have a good time.

It did not matter.

I went anyway.

My car stopped with a sound and it was quiet for a second. My fingers were still on the steering wheel. I tapped it once then twice.

I let out a breath.

I muttered to myself "Yeah great day."

It was another night. I was going to have another drink.

I thought that maybe the