Digger drove his bike into the shop and parked it. He dismounted and made his way over to the round topped fridge, pulled it open and pulled out a beer. Next came a cigarette, and a fire... then the inhale... then the sigh... Perfection...
Digger made his way to the old couch and sat down. Next to him was a paper bag. Digger watched and waited. Knowing that at least two of them would show up... but he wasn't sure about the rest...