Our first day was spent lounging by our hotel's luscious pool, an attempt to rinse off the tragic news and slip into sunnier times. Then that night the quota of horrible news multiplied exponentially and lurked until we woke up. It was June 12th, my birthday, and the world once again shook with terror. By now, you probably don't need me to recount the atrocious activity that transpired at Pulse Nightclub. It was pure evil.