A ramble.

After leaving my old friend i paddled my way through the flood water.
Took a taxi to big c.
Stock up on booze.
Tried to get home.
No taxi would stop.
I was at a bus stop.
They all pointed at that which i knew.
A police "crackdown" mr boss in his cap and finery. All his minions all over every road, paper in hand. I estimate a hundred motorcyces confiscated. Sad figures walking about wondering how to get out of it.
I , cheeky bastard, asked a nice police man to help me cross the road at a junction.
He did my bidding.

Eventually one taxi stopped, but he wanted out of there fast.

Nice guy, we had a laugh.

That marijuana is still missing, but the casino is closed.
Got to make a living.