The road(s) of damnation
There was a summer, a long time ago, a long-forgotten summer, whose soundtrack was this song. Everynight. At the exact same time. The pub owner always played it; it was his favourite song, he told me once. He could be running crappy music all night, and I'd endure it; the alcohol would help, and I knew that at four a.m., never a minute more, never a minute less, this song would save the night and carry me away. It was a warm summer, that one. I remember the expectations building up from months to the very day of its beginning, only to see everything in my life crashing down. It mattered little. Back then I was brilliant, bold and brazen. I feared nothing. I was better than anyone I knew. Invincible. I was at my prime, I reached my apex during those nights. I didn't care that my life had just been shattered on the dusty floor. I knew that I'd pick up every little shard and made it anew in no time. And I did. And I did. While listening to this song.