Reminds me of my younger years, working being behind the bar in a back street boozer.
It was a quiet Wednesday night and Alan, the resident alcoholic dopehead, was in his usual place at the end of the bar, keeping himself to himself, nibbling on a little cube of cannabis resin, as was his want.
“Simon” he said, in hushed tones “come here a sec”.
I walked over.
“I’ve been thinking.” he said. “I need your opinion on something.”
“Go on then” I said. “Are you alright mate?”
“Er, yeah. Thing is, if you woke up in the morning in a field, and you couldn’t remember anythng from the night before, but you had grass stains on your knees and you were bleeding from your @r$e. Well, er, would you tell anyone?”
“God” I said, ” I don’t know. Probably not”
“Great” he said, smiling. “Do you wanna come camping?”
🙂