No weed for a few months and I’ve started smoking again. Only before I go to sleep. Means I’ve spent the last few mornings watching Shameless and eating toast. Woke up this afternoon, about four-thirty. John was sitting in his car waiting for his girlfriend. The past few hours had apparently been taken up looking for his car keys – Dave had got his car open for him, in case he’d dropped them under the seat or something.
Of course, they were in the bathroom on top of the laundry basket. Boys.
