I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love.

we sat there smoking cigarettes at 5 in the morning.

I don't remember going to bed, but in the morning, there I was.

It was like a church in there as only the truly lost sit in bars on Tuesday mornings at 8:00 a.m.

It's 4:30 in the morning, it's always 4:30 in the morning.