"Rome is burning", he said as he poured himself another drink, "yet here I am knee deep in a river of pussy." "Here it comes", she said to herself, another self-centered whiskey soaked guy talking about how fucking great everything was in the past and about how all us poor souls born too late to see the Rolling Stones at where ever or snort the good coke they had at Studio 54.
How we all just missed out on practically everything worth living for, and the worst part was, she agreed with him. "Here we are", she thought, at the edge of the world, and all of us are so desperate to feel something, anything that we keep falling into each other and fucking our way towards the end of days.


Mia - Californication