The wine tastes bitter… The candles are burning beautifully… James Hetfield is singing in the background… All I can hear is “So F***ing What?”… I’m surrounded with good friends while balancing a glass of water on my knees…

Time passes and it passes like a bullet… It’s three o’clock in the morning… The candles are not glowing the faces anymore… Not lighting the room anymore… They are all gone with the same glass of water…

Time to leave…

S