Memory lane

On today's walkabout my fingers went into the coin pocket of my jeans and I could feel something plastic there. With clumsy fingers I succeed in pulling what wad there out into the open. What had been hidden there for about a year . . . A pick that gave you a beer in the backstage bar at the Hultsfred festival, now RIP. A beer that now never will be drunken.







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