we smoked pipes made from the stems of Japanese knotweed cut just below a joint (no pun!) and used a hollow side stem as the mouth piece ~ in went a dried weed of unknown abstraction ~ horrible but also horribly grown up ish ~ whenever i smell it a time machine malfunctions
there was a WWII gun bunker that had a subterranean alcove with a corrugated roof ~ cleft torn through to the turf ~ so we lit a fire inside and timed our fortitude in there by streaming eyes and brochospasm
kids well i ask you
what didn’t end up killing us
made us more daring
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