THE FIRST TIME

I met with some colleagues today and for the first time in the four years we've been meeting as a group went to lunch with three of them. We ate at the The Bristolian in Picton Street. I had a sandwich, a bag of crisps and some home-made coleslaw and a black coffee.
When we'd finished I stood outside waiting for the others. I was looking at the wall of the house opposite the cafe when a man stopped in front of me. He had tattoos on his cheeks and forehead and carried a can of White Lightening.
He said, 'can you give me a cigarette?'
'I haven't got any.'
'Well I've got some hash.'
'Ok,' I said and he walked off.