[This has become thoroughly awkward. Compounded by the fact that this man is now metaphorically hanging on him. It was almost disturbing, but the speech pattern was clearly the one he remembered in text form from that friendr conversation about recreational drugs.
He was reasonably sure he neither got nor wanted to get the man's name at the time. Even now, the predicament he was in had been entirely his own doing.
One thing was clear though; the man had no intention of joining the damned gardening club. If it was the person Richard thought, it was the draw probably to grow hemp. So he'd gotten himself caught by an actual garden enthusiast, and now Richard had gotten caught by him. Which made Richard almost as bad as him in the end.]
I don't care about gardening.
[It was blunt and, as he said it he pointedly looked at the person who was talking happily about soil.]
no subject
He was reasonably sure he neither got nor wanted to get the man's name at the time. Even now, the predicament he was in had been entirely his own doing.
One thing was clear though; the man had no intention of joining the damned gardening club. If it was the person Richard thought, it was the draw probably to grow hemp. So he'd gotten himself caught by an actual garden enthusiast, and now Richard had gotten caught by him. Which made Richard almost as bad as him in the end.]
I don't care about gardening.
[It was blunt and, as he said it he pointedly looked at the person who was talking happily about soil.]