This is one of those stories that's way too strange to have been made up. OK, so me and my boy were out club hopping, and we stopped by here because he knows the manager and we got ushered into the backroom VIP area. It was full of the usual beautiful people, and we strutted in like rock stars. I settled into the big leather couch and was feeling pretty good--I had a healthy amount of drinks in me already, so I was half euphoric, half oblivious to my surroundings. Suddenly I spotted this dorky-looking lanky guy who stood out like a sore thumb. He had on glasses and a baseball cap, and maybe a backpack. He was obviously by himself, and he just sorta stumbled over to me and said, "Hey, you wanna see something really cool?" I said sure, and he opened this palm-size box to reveal a scorpion inside. He pulled out a little penlight that emitted a black light and started shining it on the scorpion. Now the scorpion was glowing blue, and he said "Watch this" and the thing rustled like it just woke up. All of a sudden it looked huge, and it was right under my nose. "Oh my God, that thing is alive!" I shrieked like a little girl. Then it started to move. To be continued . . .
David Avalos, Fireman