When You are sitting under the burning Rain drinking some whiskey with a cheap cigarette and thinkin' about days, when You were really frankly happy it's the best time to gather your thoughts into a sounding masterpiece. But now, relaxing here in my black room under the piercing sounds of jazz noir I have some things for you to tell. Things about some weeping music, the crue called My Personal Murderer. Maybe you should call my words "biography", but no one really knows the truth, yep?...Always to be continued.....