Cold, windy, dark, off some vodka, blunts to the face, and hits of acid on my tongue. I walk down the leaf covered sidewalk stumbling a bit. I looked up at the lights of the city as they seemed to me like they were looking down at me. It startled me but i didn’t let it be known. “You cool man?” Always knew if something bugged me, i said i was fine. I told myself to remember that night even if i was fucked up, to remember years later to see what i was up too. Sadly i couldn’t see what you were up too as well.
Katsuhiro Otomo, Memories