Afternoon Haze

For some odd reason , after an early afternoon joint or two at Chris’ I had come home and in two conversations with Hannah and Eliot on MSN I had split into two characters, and old sailor to Eliot and a Film Noir type detective character to Hannah, who it turned out was Abby, who was staying at hers tonight. However it was not long until both these characters had disappeared, but as the sailor vanished, a since of happiness came over me, at the strange memory of holidays near a harbor, of the strangely enchanting smell of fish, to the sound of gulls, cawing for miles around.1

Later that night I was to Hannah’s place, a first for most of us, for a “girly night” that always included me, mainly because of my sexuality, but also I never really wanted to join the "lads" for a night of booze and boobs.2

Tonight would involve more weed, as Hannah had said to me the day before that she had a 10 bag with all for names on. It had after all being a trying time for all of us to we deserved to have a way to release. It turned out that, we would not be going to Hannah’s that night.