Mr. Norm was anything but the norm. It was a starless night. The sky was a pitch black, the city lights forcing the sky to be this way, for the way they shone, shadowing out the pretty stars in the sky. City lights that signaled a busy little place down below, filled with mischief at even late hours. At this time, a man named Julian Norm, was making his way to the club on this night. Hopefully to earn some winnings to satisfy his hunger to collect. He was addicted. It wasn’t an intoxicant. It wasn’t love. It was gambling. Mr. Norm was a disturbing young man, he was too young to be doing this, and now he’d pay.