Damien was a CEO of a high tech business around town. He had money, and loads of woman swooning over him. He was out of work late at night as he took off in his black 99' Mustang. He was driving to his favorite jazz club in New York. He had his work suit on which was dark navy blue. His cold icy blue eyes shone in the warm lamp's light as he stepped into the club. He asked for his regular scotch and waited as he relaxed a bit. After he ran away from home the owner of this club took him in a bit of a time till he would find a job. This place was his comfort and home.