Perfect Horizon

One thing that I like is to watch a colorful evening horizon, with swirly oranges and reds, giving way to majestic purple, giving way to full crimson and then suddenly, vicious black birds of prey swarm and it morphoses into a hellish landscape, and I'm taken back to a lovely girl I once knew, Obsolena, with dyed hair of crimson and black, who whispered love and murder in my ear every night and would often spread rose petals on the bed... and a hatchet.

The sensory effect is overwhelming, and I'm also drunk, wearing a Cleveland Browns helmet, with a neck roll, and a Mark Moseley jersey. As is my custom, before going back in, I try a field goal using a dead rat. I make it as usual... winning the game.