Locked in a garage. It's cold. It's damp. The doors are barely keeping anything out. There's no food. We have Diet Coke. So there's nothing to drink either. The wildlife seems to sense the desperation. Paranoia tells me the spiders are hungry.
However, my best friend is here. We have everything we need for a solid smoke - and you know what? You mix all this together and without realising, I suddenly have one of the greatest evenings I've had in a long time. The warmth of long overdue conversation flowed as effortlessly as our smoke.
Complete accident? Maybe. All I know is, if I had to change any detail about tonight, I wouldn't change a thing.
DIE HARD, SMOKE HARDER
