My brother Nick's 25th birthday. The sky was clouded the whole day--no sun. A bunch of us went to dinner at a Thai restaurant. Then to a bar after that. Then to a nightclub, then another one. No matter how drunk I am, once I set foot on a dance floor it all snaps into focus and I instinctively know where it's at (maaaaan). I hadn't smoked a cigarette since last Christmas; tonight I smoked a pack and more. Our group lost some members and got new ones as Nick mixed and mingled across the club--his mission anywhere. My mission was to keep locked into the groove. The soundtrack to your life. After a while Nick disappeared somewhere and I ended up at a poolroom with some people, but was so out of it I couldn't shoot straight. Which was embarrassing.