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Swim Club

The first time I arrived at the club I could think of nothing but my brother.

Bare walls covered with dirty blue tiles, foldable wooden chairs, a net on top of what used to be a pool. Five men inside.

Not a place you find in the newspapers; a place to which your friend brings you along. A place where you know that whoever is running the show must have a lot of friends and certainly the right friends – because if they don’t the place would long be shut down.

When you have crossed the parking lot the first thing the two large men ask for is your name. They don’t ask for you ID, but they ask for your name and if your name is not on the list then you won’t get in. The list says whether you’ve been there before; the list says whether someone trusted you enough to bring you along the first time. The list also has the name of the friend that brought you along and if you mess up then that friend will have a problem. Continue reading

Fight Club

I loved her more than I can begin to describe. And I still do. That’s why it hurts so badly to know what she has done – and why she has done it all.

I don’t want to bore you with the details of how we met. It was a bar, that’s all you need to know. She commented on how tall I was and that I had so much potential to be fit and strong. That should have been a warning sign. Continue reading