I just got done with a gig and my house is parked nearby, close to a restaurant parking lot.
As far as they are concerned, the crew has done a fine job, I bet they did, it’s a good-sized place, it’s still kind of early, that’s a good crew.
One by one they are finishing side-work, getting a beer and joining friends.
All the customers are gone, time to let the hair out, have some beers and talk about the day…they are also passing around a pipe of weed.
I can’t smell it from here but they are coughing like mad.
I wouldn’t have noticed them but I thought someone was choking to death.
It’s so tempting to poke my head over the fence and asking if anyone needs a lozenge.