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Can't help thinking back sometimes. I remember that pipe. With a little wooden bowl and a long black stem and that sweet pipe tabacoo smell. It would hang on a hook next to the hammer with 2 tins. One of them for friends, one of them for the time alone. And thats how he made himself oblivious to what happened. And all those glass bottles, pipes, and bags of hops. Its all about making himself oblivious to life. If only we could all do that, without being critisized, or hurting people.