RUMORED BUZZ ON WEED IN TUUSULA

We walked alongside the edge from the Xmas industry, preserving a diligent eye out to the lodge which the guy had advised us so confidently would Totally certainly have Brent’s bike (I do think it had been Phuc Something…probably Phuc Nguyen? Whichever it absolutely was, we murmured the title again and again yet again—“Phuc…phuc…fuck…