I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
The Hatton geezer (fuck off) is emptying his pockets, searching for the silver rizlas he apparently has. He refuses to take one of mine (also silver) because the tobacco I'm giving him is already too much to ask. He tells me about the guy who can do 50g of Golden Virginia for a good price, the guy who every other man over 50 knows. I'm not interested.
something religious, a kind of complex, it will get lighter, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.
but i respect your search