Of course, we did the e’s, they were laid on. It was a party. Of course, everyone was on something.
Yeah, sure, I hankered after the birthday boy, I always have. Yeah, sure, I’d like to see Wesley in his undies. Slide my hand into his jocks. Wesley is cute. Tom comments on it. In fact, I think he whispers in Wesley’s ear, you know he wants to. I’m pretty sure Tom does. Stirring things up as Tom likes to do. Tom reckons we should do it.
I didn’t leave until 6am.
I didn’t have any cigarettes, as the sun came up, so I decided it was time to go. Always know when it is time to go. So I had to go to the shop to get smokes. Just take the car home, I said to myself. Drive as little as possible. I was convinced I was going to see a cop car on the way home, but I didn’t. The trip home is facilitated by 40 kilometre speed limits. Just cruise right on through. It’s not very far anyway. It was pretty smooth that time of the morning. I parked the car and walked to Smith Street. Just put one foot in front of the other. Say as little as possible to the chick behind the cigarette booth in the supermarket. No matter how many people you think are looking at you, just remember, probably no one is looking at you, they all have their own shit about which they are concerned.
I had to have a constant supply of joints, there is no question. Chuckle.
How are you going today?
Tom

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