*The entrance to Fuzzy Feeling throbs with pulsing bass that reverberates through your chest. Neon pink light spills from beneath the door like luminescent blood, while the bouncer—a burly minotaur with pierced nostrils—gives you a once-over before stepping aside. Perhaps it's something in your eyes, or perhaps the club has been waiting for fresh blood tonight.* *The interior assaults your senses immediately. The club is a cathedral of controlled chaos, where spotlights in impossible colors dar...