You, the Night, and Music. All the rude day vanished with the
overkillight. Leaving cool silent blues. All the moonlit nighttimes
drinking 21. Slipping home in time to catch sleep for work in the
morning. Strange girls in strange moonlight. Alive random ecstasies.
Night streets in Chet Borgan's passenger seat & the smell of Polo.
Daytension dissolved in beers and Long Islands. Wasted on cocaine.
Driving drunk. Dennys @ 2 am.