Did you transcend?

It was late, it was around 2-00 in the night. Or was it really late for the endless succession of depthless weekens? perhaps not. The night was still young with music, dance floor and the young bodies. Bodies of lie, bodies of denial. 

A perfect moment to begin a crime story. A murder, or perhaps the death of an idea of a better tomorrow. 

With some alcohol running through the vein it doesn't matter, whether you kill a person or an idea! 

Killing a person is concrete and might pull more attention of the readers, much better than end of an idea! 

So be it Kaleidoscope withdraws and pours another glass of cheap whiskey!