it was effin four in the morning.

step out a bar at 4AM in a chilly foggy october morning. and i promise you, the city skyline is simply breathtaking.

suddenly there's a plethora of ideas. you get visited by your muse. and get flooded by possibilities. effin possibilities, man!

as much as possible you would want to record these ideas. have a draft. polish it. then outcord them later. problem is... you're not only intoxicated by ideas, but also with vodka, rum and beer. in that effin order.

then you can't record. and it compromises your ability to outcord later. so the ideas become just passing flashes of brillance. it's like being in a car and you see a marvelous view but you don't have a camera to immortalize that moment.

you burp. you fart.

and that's just that.

at effin four in the morning.