13

I walk along the corridor and from some distance I can hear and feel ‘Next‘ by the Sensational Alex Harvey Band playing on the reel to reel tape player in my new friend’s room. I walk in and several stoned people regard me. Being stoned doesn’t seem to improve anyone, but I join in on principle. When the joint gets to me I am as likely to wave it around while expounding as smoke it, while the others watch its movements, mesmerised, until it goes out and someone bangs on the door and shouts out ‘turn that down, will you?’