He kept his eyes firmly locked on a small white door in the corner. “Excuse me…sorry…pardon me,” Faith apologized nonstop, as Charles pulled her behind him like an out-of-control horse. She bumped into elegantly clad waiters, sending their serving trays crashing to the floor. “Charles…stop!” Jaso...
Spending most of my time in New York and L.A.—home to all the busy and loud 'hot spots' which I tried never to visit—the small town atmosphere was a nice scene. The building was large and a long bar was the place of congregation for the milieu of locals shooting the shit. The stage was set up fo...
