If by giggles you mean that manner of laugh that consumes you, goes beyond mere jollies into hiccoughs, gasping, shaking near to sobs. If you’re into dissolving onto the floor in a drunken mess, then this is the club for you.
I do miss TGL, who likewise skittered from San Francisco. We were drinking buddies there, of the rum-and-genever variety. In my memories were are smoking together on wet sidewalks, though I’m nearly certain that never actually happened.
The feeling’s mutual. And it’s entirely possible that neither of us has seen fog in long enough that this memory will persist: such as it is with one too many Sazerac.
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