Up a cold and stormy street we glided to buy Canadian cigarettes.
For a millisecond I convinced myself that Canadian tobacco, or the obscurity of it in our small town was the way to break ice and shatter barriers.
You loaned me $.25 to cover a portion of the damage and insisted I use your lighter to fulfill the remainder of your contribution.
On our way back our coats sleeves pendulum swinging against each other created static electricity.
BLONDE ON BLONDE 