You Would Call Me Mad?
May 19, 2012 § 1 Comment
It’s a Saturday night.
I’m sitting in my kitchen, the darkness lit only by the back light of my laptop and the candles that surround me. Mozart’s Requiem: Lacrymosa fills the air as I sip the last of the bourbon from the glass at my side. Words fill the blank page in front of me; not enough. Never enough. Night falls on the city.
Aaaaaand that’s a wrap. That’s it, folks. I’ve gone completely crazy. That, or I’m about to explode with pretentiousness.
Ooo, I better tweet this.