Last night before going to bed I smoked a bowlful of blonde Danish flake in the pipe for watching rats in Spofford Alley. Which gets loaded up on average twice a week, on Tuesday night specifically for watching the rats in Spofford Alley before meeting an old friend for drinks in Chinatown.
Everyone should have a pipe for rat-watching.
Last night I did not watch any rats.
Other than steak, nothing of real value was discussed.
There are three excellent meateries nearby.
This neighborhood knows beef.
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