Random people smoking pot in an unknown car

End of night, birds singing as we smoke grass the windows rolled closed: she has eyes of undescribable shape and color and the rest of us utter words I cannot connect in a semidarkness of half lit faces. Everyone's haircut is bizarre and the scotish guy cannot think straight: does not understand the change is right and no one is scamming him... Conversation flows in gas stations and cigarrettes are smoked out in the open, we freeze our asses off passing from football to Darwin and fossile remains to sopaipillas and mote con huesillos - the weather feels colder in Stgo than in Glasgow cause of the dryness. She likes science and I think of sex while she gets ma numba, we exchange backgrounds (what's yer job, and so on). Looking from small redish eyes, she stays standing with me in silence after the others have left and smokes yet another fag before driving off in her car. I Tell her to call me. I leave alone as per plan ... She said she hadn't been around hanging out with random people for a while, and I think that is a good way of putting things... it was fun after all. Didn't even try to get her numba but on purpose: it will give me something to ruminate about for a week or two - and there's always the chance she'll actually call me... don't know about that one... It feels morning as I walk down the streets again and again realize that nothing has happened ... nothing was supposed to happen anyways. Paperboys unload vans and bicycles pass me by. Even dogs are asleep just as before, just as always, just as when I was teen and the world's way definitely doesn't change in time. Will arrive home late and try to translate, only to find it is of no use and go to sleep beyond recommendable... Thinking they'll be pissed off at me reminds me what it used to be way back the line ... Lonesome rambler, thinking nonsense, shivering, footsteps are audible on the cement, I stink of nicotine and yawn beyond belief.