My friend The Tunnel Bar Saturday night again..how many evenings have I
spent here?..I should name the chairs, I know all the bartenders by
name.."It'll e nd in tears but not for years" someone is singing, as I sit
in a sunken leather chair, Jasmine next to me drinking a Cosmopolitan, every
now and then discreetly slipping a finger into my mouth, her shoeless foot
rubbing inside my pants leg..Heaven!..I order another round as Jasmine leans
over, whispers in my ear,"Take ecstasy with me tonight!"..