Our mind changed though way more than the land the weather the fashions of the rich and the gagging to be rich.
"Your whole country is my playground."
We were staring, examining and poking about at the words through the usuals for days. Sometimes this guy talked nice. I was getting older though the wrong side if 4 for our questions had stopped being cute for most.
He said a bunch of words we couldn't understand and we were not convinced that he did either. Explaining why guys like that are guys like that. Then in his softest radio voice and close to my ear and the back seat. I could see the fence behind our chicken coop.
"Scotland's not his playground. You are"