FTR – 03
Scene: sun setting on vineyards, Dark Side of the Moon echoing from my stereo, window down, wind in my hair… my phone rings (Phish – Down with Disease ringtone).
Me: Yeallo?
Smokey: Sig! Are you driving right now?
Me: Yup, headin’ north, are-
Smokey: Are you smoking a joint?
Me: You know me too well. What time you guys getting there tonight?
Smokey: See here’s the thing – me and Space both have class tomorrow, so we’re either gonna get in really late tomorrow night or early Saturday. Do you think you can get wristbands for us and save us a campsite?
Me: I’m on it. Gimme a call when you’re close. Peace out, man.
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