Saturday, March 24, 2018

Roper 31 - The Drug Hounds 2

L. patted an energetic Labrador on the head. The dog sniffled at his worn out Salomon boots and smelled "loser" before it ran off with a last "good-doogy-smile-for-you-saves-yer-day" yelp. The other dogs seemingly took it as a signal and even the large, black shepherd dog with the "I KNOW you are up to no good!" squint in his eyes ran off.

The dog handlers kept starring though, standing around in little groups. Chatting.

"..but he clearly ran into my stick, I swear..."

"..fucking lefties calling anyone a nazi..."

"...BRUTALITY...can you BELIEVE that shit..."

"..if its brown it goes down as I say..."

 "Who are THOSE clowns?!" 

I felt a thousand needles in my back as we left the area, fast as a glacier and inconspicious as one too.

After a turn we were out of sight and started to run as fast as one could with a bunch of tender, and potentially bliss giving plants strapped to ones back.

We stopped when we could see the deep blue waters of Svendborg Sund between the trees, glistening with promising glitters of summer sun
(I don`t know if I am on the spectrum, but summer sun does something to me.)

A nearby bench waved inviting at us and we sat down with legs shacking in protest after the unusual exercise

"L.?"

"Yeah?"

"Roll one!"

"Way ahead of you" he said as he rolled some bud into some transparent cellulose stripes.

I wiped my forehead.

"Well, good to know that we still are in adequate shape to outrun some coppers! How far you think we got?"

L. nodded towards where we came from. I could clearly hear happy dogs barking and an announcement of this years drug-bust-champion.

"Not very far" he said as he put the finishing touch on his little master piece and lit it.

"Shit, should we do it here then?!"

"Easy my good man, we are down wind of them."

"Spare me your fake sailor lingo!"

He held the doobie towards me.

"You sure?"

Of course I wasn`t and took it. Some tight bottomed girls on roller blades went past us, accelerating as they got the same scent as the dogs.

"Shit."

"Yeah.."

"I mean..."

"Yeah I know..."

Silence as we passed the doobie back and forth watching over the sea. I always loved the thought that the water connected me with the rest of the world. That in theory I could just swim or take a rubber boat and just float and go just...EVERYWHERE. 

L. got a coughing fit but heroically managed to pass me the icky before he bent over and really had a go at it.

He came up again holding an expensive looking wallet between his fingers.

"Mazeltov! It is a boy!"





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