Up The Shack

Last night.

I drove up the shack on a mission. It was nice to have a purpose, you don't know you are going to miss whatever that purpose is, until you have to do without it. I’m sure that is one of my grandma’s sayings, the one who drank a bottle of brandy a day, and smoked Kool cigarettes.

I took pot, of course, god’s herb, lit the fire. I watched the flames and waited and hoped, and hoped and waited.

If I was truthful, and I know this sounds pathetic, Chad would come over.

So, I packed up the car and drove back to Melbourne.

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