Submitted by whipit23 last August 30th 2008, 07:08 AM

The old, peeling door swung open, revealing the darkness behind it. Its latest customer stumbled in, running one hand through his tangled black hair, almost tripping into the dank, cigarette-filled air. His tight black jeans clung to his small frame, and he wore a T-shirt with the Smashing Pumpkins logo on it. He looked around, his hazel eyes wide.

It was safe to say this “establishment”, wasn’t the most salubrious. It would have been pitch-black if not for the neon signs ad