I used to listen to Dark Side The Moon when I went to sleep when I was sixteen, coming home after a few beers, lying in bed smoking what it must have been my first hundred cigarettes, picturing how it would be to wake up to a beautiful girl beside you, how it would be taking really cool pictures. Now I’ve must have smoked my 100,000 cigarette listening to Pink Floyd and I wonder if it was all worth it trading dreams for facts.