It was around 2 in the morning, and the sky was a midnight purple. The stars twinkled and winked down at you. The feeling of your skin against the old leather seats of Brian's 1986 Chevy Celebrity Wagon, the cold midnight breeze flowing in through the open window, the smell of smoke from Brian's cigarette, the sound of crickets chirping out in the wet dewy blades of grass... Surprisingly, your thoughts were quiet tonight. Too quiet...