It is with tedious inevitability that we are dragged like school children in a gallery through the (ostensibly quite interesting) life of Howard Marks. I felt like I was stoned just watching it.
Time seemed to have have completely stopped functioning. Simultaneously I could see exactly what what going to happen next, whilst obtaining a massive sense of deja-vu from what had gone before. I then went to the fridge and ate everything I could find in it and began staring at stuff in my sitting room for ages and ages, mainly to avoid looking at the screen. Nothing to see here, nothing new to say. Not worth renting unless you are still impressed by a bit of grass because you're a first year Geography student from Kettering.
To clarify, some guy was painting the side of this house and the side of this house backed onto the footpath, so I had to walk under his ladder, and he happened to look like Mr. Nice aka Howard marks, famous welsh drug dealer guy. Painter guy had longer hair and slimmer face though. I couldn't walk under his ladder without saying something tho cause it'd be weird right? So say alright, he says alright, then he says "Pokemon hunting are you?", Which I was, and I'm like lol how you know he says everyone is aren't they?
Then I caught a squirtle =`] and headed on home