creativity zapped

They enticed me into a night out by swearing they'd seen not one familiar face the week before, and I dressed up to eject myself from this insipid inbred bubble... so of course the cars lined up with ours at each last light teemed with random mixes of cliques and of course the hostess sat us in the corner cluster of just-legal sake drinkers we yes, knew, and even the homeless man with a red cup of beer (he begged for refills?) and one of our cigarettes in his mouth now asked "is there some college party around here" but ours was defiantly private until... the bar and just turning around, bound for that bubble again because every last face that made it horrible was, apparently, out.