Drum Tobacco, Nelson, and the coasts

This is, by far, the creepiest thing I have ever done. I met you a few weekends back, in the evening, at a main street restaurant. You listened to me spew my anxieties and insecurities without judgement or ridicule. Your pouch of drum tobacco brought back fond memories. Oddly, I don’t remember what you look like, but recall you having a comforting/easy-to-talk-to presence. You have a unique name, so I don’t want to post it here for the internet to see. You were there with a friend or boyfriend…it really doesn’t matter who; he was cool too. This message isn’t intended to be like the rest. I have no ulterior motives. I just think we should be friends.

When: Friday, August, 25 2017

Where: South Main

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