"You reach for your Malboro Gold cigarettes you have tucked into the front of your Hugo Boss leather jacket. With one swift motion you flick open the pack, give 'em a knock, and one cigarette goes flying - landing perfectly between your chapped lips.

You lower your shades and light the cig with one glance. You look around, leaving a trail of burnt plastic bags and scorched mouldy milk bottles.

Inhaling fresh smoke, you think back to that horrid day: the first martini took your life, the second gave you back a demonic one. You ponder a bit about your past life, getting distracted by a swarm of rats running over the horizon, you think about it for a second and stare them down until only blackened bones remain.

You toss away your half smoked cig, skull the last bit of your second trash martini and step on your motorcycle.

The engine roars as you drive away, leaving a trail of dust and toxic fumes behind you."