Adventures with Wild Red Hair in the Valley of Pines

(Anthony, with his wild red hair:1.9), lets out a hoop of delight and shouts ‘Chuck the dope over the bridge man, just do it.’ So we watched it float slowly down into the valley of pines. The crap went on until the lunatic driver left us just outside Brynmawr. We grabbed a bus down the valley to Six Bells which had the cheapest drugs and rough cider anywhere. In his tiny room, he pulled down a scroll from a shelf, (a long intricate scroll of a Japanese landscape drawn beautifully in coloured ink:1.9). And there in the middle was the bridge and forest where we scattered our stash.