A few days later I stopped going in, probably out of embarrassment. The next day I got an ACE bandage and some blue ink and faked a sprained ankle, even though nobody would have cared to look. I didn't have a good excuse, so I told my manager that I had been out dancing, and then added that I had sprained my ankle. Of course, I stayed out way too late and was too tired to make it into work, so I called in. ![]() I decided one Saturday night to go with some friends to an industrial dance club in Detroit called Leland City Club.
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