Tegel Airport: Pipe.
Today I walked pass a store, which was completely devoted to the good old pipe. It intrigued me, mostly because I like pipes, estheticly speaking, and when you see a lot of them, well, you wanna check it out. How the shop survives, i have no idea; it looked like I was the first customer to enter the place in quite some time. A couple years ago I got a pipe for my birthday from friends and me and the pipe looked pretty good together, but our love didn’t last long. Frans de Waard, whom i’m gonna team up with tomorrow is also a big pipesmoker, just like Stalin, Sartre, Einstein and Hugh Hefner.
Now i’m waiting for my flight to Budapest. Light that pipe swa!
