Smoke: Not The Anarchist's Cookbook

I had no Goliath to practice on and it wasn't easy as I soon discovered. I nearly hit myself on a number of occasions and once I was practising in the front garden and let loose a ripper, which hit a cyclist passing by in the road. All I heard was his yell of pain as I fled, and had our garden gate been open I'm sure he would have come in to look for me.

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