Moods lanquidly shift as from the speakers tunes drift through the smoke permeated the air. Speak on the threat of death and hold your breath for the spead of the road before us has not slowed but bowed towards two transcendent ends. Speak of it and friends shall weap in gloom, speak not of it and we shall enjoy the light of the moon gleeming off of teal metal and chrome while we travel home through nostalgic glimmers of chemically inhanced dreams.