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I was sitting in the yard on a couch we dragged out from my house, drinking my first Belhaven Scottish Ale, courtesy of Tim, smelling the pipes, and taking a couple spins down Glenwood Avenue on the longboard. We were watching Dave board barefoot, goofy-footed, and mongo, leaving a smoke trail that you couldn't quite see by the street lamps at midnight, but could smell, from the pipe still in his lips. He said afterwards that its a bad way to smoke a pipe. You'd have to call that a good night.

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