“A what?” Vincent coughed, finally letting go of the hit.
Gabriel signalled for him to pass the joint over.
“Shag,” Gabriel repeated and placed the joint to his lips, taking a long drag himself.
“Thats what I thought you said,” Vincent coughed again, reaching for a cigarette for the nicotine follow through. “There are no shag birds.”
Both paused and looked at each other, then burst out laughing.
After a few moments they both stopped. Gabriel looked down at the joint in his hand while Vincent looked around at the terrible state of the room.
This then, was their life.