Part Three: Wooden Rain, dear.

Part Three: Wooden Rainbows

Pawl was adamant on not having his watermelon touched. The thing is , that he chastised us in the most cheerful manner anyone could have done to another fellow inebriated chum. He kept smiling throughout the night , he was untouchable and simply above it all. Just a few years ago he used his buddy Mako’s Black Sabbath cd as a coaster and now here we all were, Pawl, Mako, Bolly and me, Toko Bawn , in this yellowing , dilapidated coffee shop in Queens navigating through the alcoholic mind -maze we have created for ourselves not giving two shits of the consequences that were to come.