I am in the kitchen, talking with my eldest son. We are having the conversation about drugs.
“Well, of course, where I went as a student, there was so much beautiful architecture that if you felt you were going to be having a bad time on acid, all you had to do was go and look at it. Whereas where you are, in Manchester…”
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