Blowin' Soul — Part III

Distance Makes Clean — Ride the Wild Surf & a Miki Dora Story

The sun had set and we’re sitting there, together in his apartment. Me in a wood chair facing him. The entrance door behind him closed, unlocked. Chappy’s in an upholstered armchair — almost a couch — facing me and the windows behind. There’s a table next to him (not the dining table, that’s to my right between us and the kitchen) with some buds and rol…