Here I am sitting down half witted with alcohol and ganja, thinking about what the heck is going on. I hear loud voices from the street corner, and get apprehensive about what I was thinking. what the hell was that?
Then I started thinking of...no a vision of me walking down the road with this little kid who was about 7 years old. We were going to a friend of mine's place, about 1/4 mile. He talked all the way. It was as if he was on a mission. Quite loud for a person of that stature. We got to the front door. Door bell was rung by him. Quietness ensued. He was dead quiet for the period we were in the house of my friend. For a couple of hours at least. Just thank you, sorry, pleas, toilet? Thats all.
We came out of the house and the kid continued what he was about when we stopped at the door of my friend. Yeah he was talking about his mum when we reached my friend. Of course I was interested in his mum, thats why I was looking after him init?
So here I am wondering about what that was about? Was he scared of the outside and was talking to put a front...yeah being loud annd all.
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