It's raining again, and I'm working on the crime of the century. Need to think, need a drink. Look, there's still a bottle of whiskey in the fridge. When did the world became black and white? Oh, wait. This is just the smoke in the office. I should quit smoking. Again. ...and the bottle is empty. Another gone. I grab my coat and hat and walk down the stairs. The night is young and the bar's just opened. Maybe Sonny is there already, he usually gives me useful hints but he is a greedy b*stard. Anyway, I arrived, there's no way I'm leaving without another drink. The rest... we will see the rest.
Thank you to Ziph and the SceneSat team for inviting me to be part of this compilation. You guys rule.