The dog ran ahead and we spotted disused fishing rods. Some of the lines were caught on rocks. We made the discovery of a fish still on the end of a line. It seemed like they were in a hurry or were not even bothered to reel up their catch.
The boxer was sniffing around. I pulled a saltshaker out of my pocket and poured all the salt into my mouth. A friend of mine found a cabinet of records and we began arguing about who would keep what. Then I discovered The Deaftones and Leftfield. My friend Cian put up his hand and said, "The Deaftones are mine." I gave them all to him and started to climb a wall of spaghetti.