therightbastard

There's something indefinably fantastic about drinking scotch at four in the morning while watching Dr. Strangelove, especially when you're compelled to hop outside for a quick smoke and find that the river has covered the city with fog.

So you go for a walk through dark and empty streets for hours and cross paths with no one, almost like the apocalypse had happened and no one had invited you.

There's something completely fantastic about moments like that.

There really is.

If only there had been hordes of gibbering zombies.