She would have been to proverbial exception to the rule. But, I let that ship pass through the night as I watched her belly dance away from me through the crowd. Instead, I went to sleep in a drunken haze...my dreams reenacted from scenes from The Hunger. Only, the title roles were filled by me and the belly dancer who's name I never got.
I woke up in last night's clothing. There was still blood on them. Still not mine.