If its one thing that totally owns me, its music. Tonight was no exception.

Blurred notes, pretty voices and tail-lights.

Smoking my last cigarette of the night, re-living the lights at the venue. Sweat flowing down the small of my back as I swayed back and forth, looking between the video screen full of nude bodies and Maynard.

A voice that can carry me away anytime, to any place but here.

Here is where I am, tonight is where I want to be.

Can you see me smiling?

Either can I, but I know its there.

Tired. My eyes are sore from the pot laced smoke filtering in under my glasses as much as my own sweat was. Catching myself in the mirror a moment ago, I look completely strung out.

Its time for rest, I think, but your guess is as good as mine as to how I'll get there.