An Impersonation Of Truth
The white 1950 convertible Buick Roadmaster slid into one of the many available spots outside the nightclub. The man climbed out and took a fresh breath of air. He had been the same since He began, traveling with the same car, it never broke down ever since. It was midnight, and the loud pop music that radiated from inside the club seemed to hurt His ears. The man wore a black fedora hat that matched His leather trench coat. He walked with steady steps towards the door where a bouncer firmly stood. The bouncer stared at Him with intimidation, but He…
