It was an impromptu event last night. Strange how things fall into place. Found myself bundled in some sleeping bags, a borrowed winter coat and munching on some chips at the side of the half-pipe. Pitch black out there, save for the lit rosy ends of cigarettes, low, glowing pipe bowls of weed and the stars that follow on a cold, crisp night
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