Sun's rising. So what?This party's still going. I still have blood to drink. I still have one more song in me.Across the city, some of us are crawling back to our hovels, our mansions, our coffins. But some of us aren't. Some of us are still hunting for something. Down in the closed-off subway tunnels. Up in the mightiest penthouses. Here in the warehouse... [click here for more]