I was always told it was Gotham city. I grew up a church kid. Then I got older and started hanging with a hip hop crowd. To me it wasn't church but still real. But there was a different type of dysfunction that I was introduced to. And I was weak. I felt bad about being there in the first place. I wasn't able to move in confidence.
At the end of the night I had been punched in the face, one contact lens out in a hotel room crying.
But I was good tho. Strong. Mad. But good.
I felt good because I dealt with it instead of calling someone for help to fix the mess I created. I owned it. And I was OK.
But some details.
It was the day of a summer solstice, so the sky got black all of a sudden then turned back light. Totally confirmed my Gotham city theory.