Night club

Date: 4/4/2019

I lived above a lingerie store that was a strip club by night. They asked for my ID in the line to get in as I was ruffling through my cash. "First of all, I live upstairs so my ID is up there." They had to have a bouncer escort me and then guard the stairs. My sister, brother-in-law, and niece were running around a driveway. I almost wished for a family of my own. At night, were in James Bond's hideout in the city, protecting a bunch of kids. Another older guy was with me and we both had rifles. Mr. Bond himself was on the roof of another building, shooting at us. Missing terribly of course. "Shoot the lights! That'll really piss him off!" I shot the glowing vertical sign outside my window that said "Bond." It grew too dark out to see after that.