New Skin for the Old Ceremony

A succession of texts between Fionn and myself last night.

Me (5.33pm): Yo bro, where you heading tonight?

Fionn (5.44pm): Gareth’s with you niggas for some Seagall action then war. Holla yo.

(In town)

Fionn (12.55am): Where you bros at?

Me (12.57am): Basebar man. They stopped letting people into War.

Fionn (1.05am): Areer. Has everyone gone there? Not the plesh. See you soon.

Fionn (2.24am): Found my coat!! I’m at like wheeelans [sic] with Eavan etc. Not quite sure how I got here though.

And that’s it. Bare in mind I didn’t see him at all in town, made the final message strangest of all. Nice that when he did indeed find his coat he thought of me though.

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