High on haze.
He looked like a distant pop poster.
Military jacket and ripped sneakers.
Loitering outside Sainsbury's waiting for his Luckys.
Pocket snug cider bottles warming at his side.
Eyes rolling with the highs, mediums and lows.
Following the line of his girlfriend's nervous tightlined thighs.
And the bums of girls wiggling by.
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