You’ll hear the spark of a flame to a cigarette, and the sheer bliss in the release of the cloudy thick smoke. The progression in sound, from shallow to deep, as the whiskey leaves a longneck, and hits some old five and dimer’s 3 ouncer with an amber splash. The anguish of a broken heart, as the drunken reminiscing of a ramblin’ fool’s memories floods your ears. You’ll find your muse in the stories of the men who have dreamed, inspired, and revolutionized. You'll see the glow of those neon lights reflecting off the empty glasses of the patrons in some joint in Atlantic City.<br /><br />Are you haunted yet?<br /><br />We are Moonrunner…
