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WHO: Joey van der Berg and Vicodin
WHAT: Meeting
WHEN: Tuesday
WHERE: A markety thing
WARNINGS: drugs
It was Joey's day off and he wanted to spend it out instead of holed up inside his apartment. Ever since last August his life had become more insular and cut off from other people when he had once been open and outgoing. He decided to visit a market he had heard about because he enjoyed finding odd knick-knacks and crafts. His apartment was basically a collection of random things and he liked looking for more.
He was hanging around a table which held several up-cycled candle holders and a few glass rings of varying colours. He was playing with a red one when he heard someone come up behind him. As ever, Joey offered the person a genuine smile because he believed in being kind.
WHAT: Meeting
WHEN: Tuesday
WHERE: A markety thing
WARNINGS: drugs
It was Joey's day off and he wanted to spend it out instead of holed up inside his apartment. Ever since last August his life had become more insular and cut off from other people when he had once been open and outgoing. He decided to visit a market he had heard about because he enjoyed finding odd knick-knacks and crafts. His apartment was basically a collection of random things and he liked looking for more.
He was hanging around a table which held several up-cycled candle holders and a few glass rings of varying colours. He was playing with a red one when he heard someone come up behind him. As ever, Joey offered the person a genuine smile because he believed in being kind.
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Date: 2013-04-17 09:36 am (UTC)He was at one such place today, an open-air market that sold all kinds of different things. He felt a bit like a kid in a candy store, wandering from stall to stall. He'd already purchased a few things to take home, when he lifted his head and looked around. He had a user nearby. The thought made him smile, and he honed in on the feeling, following it to a stall not too far from where he'd been. A young man stood there, and he was definitely the source of the spark in Vicodin's brain.
"Guten tag," he said, offering a smile in return.
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