What Really Went Down

The city is beautiful because there is a darker, opposite side that thus defines it such. Behind the scenes (and sometimes, right under their noses), other not-so-publicly-declared acts of questionable nature creep surreptitiously into the Book of Time, making its mark forevermore in history unbeknown to unsuspecting citizens. Luckily, some unidentified die-hard serial photographer firmly planted some same unidentified behind at the scene with some unidentified clicker-weapon of choice, and several thousand clicks later, there is the cold, hard, unforgiving proof. All attempts to repossess the leaked evidence was, as is often the case, futile. In some not-so-happily-oblivious party's quest for knowledge and snobbily-presumed right to know, the revealing of secret information otherwise shielded from mankind proved successful. So here - ladies, gentlemen - is the pictorial account of What Really Went Down the night of A Beautiful City. For truth always prevails, and judgement weighs down heavily on those who venture to prevent it.

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You'll have to excuse me. Professional Writing is doing my once-Creative Writing head in, and everywhere I go, there are comicbook-movies calling out to me to abandon work for them, and besides, what's life without a little drama?

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EDIT: I was reading what I wrote, and man, I can crap. But for the record, Alan is, in fact, very much single and available for meals, drinks, dates, flirt sessions and other such scandalous activities that might take your fancy. Contact details upon request.