Choice cuts and a bunch of velvet theories.
We wondered where these animals roamed before the final moment.
The soft touch, the vague and meaningless comments, were soaked up in a haze of expensive whisky.
We wondered when we stayed in the home of a film director, a storyteller at that, whether we would be offered a drink.
We were.
We talked about the meaning of coffee and the taste of life.
Tastes, tolls and tricks.
In a new town you gotta find the people who know, to ask.
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