High.

This is not the suitable state of mind ( and body, I might add) for blogging, nor this is the brightest way to begin a post, but I rely on the side effects of the alcohol / cigarettes/ other stuff , to do this job for me. What happened this night will most certainly be thrown in a dark corner of our memory , and therefore, it shall never cross our lives again. It was joy, it was madness and intensity, but above all, it was freedom. It was the absolute and delicious danger, the bloody adrenaline, and it was us, a way out, an empty road, and the wind that leads us further.