Nothing like a syringe to make a great sunset. Or a whole bunch for that matter. I think I hold the record for putting syringes on covers to this date. So if you become addicted to smack, I guess you can blame me. But then I'd just laugh at you for being a moron in the first place and then I'd hit you upside the head with that frying pan that had the egg that was supposed to be your brain on drugs. Anyway. Enjoy.