This is Freddy's first night out since the shootings. It could have been him bleeding to death on the floor. He tries not to let it get him down. The security guard at The Park runs her hand-held metal detector over each of the men on their way inside. The music and strobe lights startle the darkness, forcing the body to move.
Freedom is in the air.
He calls the bartender by name, grabs a beer and moves to the edge of the large dance floor to survey the scene. A topless man in vinyl pants gyrates on the floor. A young woman does a modern robotic dance alone. Two women kiss deeply. He'd like to open a classy gay restaurant some day.