Chapter 10Saturday, October 27, 2012
Phillipe hesitated outside the door of Café Cox Bar. The red walls seemed intimidating, and the music coming from inside was not something he recognised.
Looking down at his tan trousers and blue shirt made him question his choice of bar even more. All he could see were men dressed in black, and most of them either had a beard or no hair at all.
That usual feeling of not belonging clawed at his insides. I should just go home.
Last week he’d tried the Banana Café over at Rue de la Ferronnerie, but drag queens and go-go dancers weren’t really his thing—not that bikers were, either.
He was tired—tired, lonely, and old. How has my life come to this? Every Saturday night, he forced himself to go out. Go to a bar and at least have one beer—it often ended
