club and a little personally This is my regime now. I wake up broken. I have two hours. I wash up, get ready, eat and head back to the club. It feels like there is no other life at all. Club, dream, club, dream. There is no other reality. There is only a long night, a bar counter, girl talk, naked bodies, male guests, alcohol, drunken glances, the darkness of winter, fatigue. I'm like a vampire. I go to bed - it’s dark, I get up - it’s dark. I don't see the light.