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The one thing that never changes is change itself.
Standing here, I contemplate my identity. I know I’m going nowhere. I’m not happy with my work or love or anything. A change is going to come. I’m searching for information, but I don’t know quite what yet. It all starts with the Kube. I wake up around 8pm everyday, I work the night shift as a bouncer at a local nightclub called “The Kube.” It’s chic, it’s minimalist… it’s boring like every dumbass who shuffles in and out of the damn thing. It’s a black, cube shaped metallic building. The interior is dark and murky. Golden lights give it a feverish hue. Excited college kids trying to impress each other, getting too drunk, and then fighting with their so-called “friends” once they find out their friends are as fake as them.
That’s where I step in. My dad was a boxer so I learned how to fight early on. Had me flip tires at age 6. Taught me jiu jitsu at 7. And I’m not gonna lie, I’m fat. I’m a big girl. My stocky build could take on John Cena or a sumo wrestler, and I don’t care; I got the heart to back it up. True grit. That scrappy quality. It factor.
I look around and take in my surroundings. I’ve been here too long. The same corridors all mesh into one. I have even more difficulty separating life from the dream.
