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"Of course if you stare at the ground, yer gonna hit the ground. The ground is always there, you will never miss it, you don't need to check up on it. You got your head and eyes lookin' at the quality of paint they're using on the double yellows. Y'gotta take a step back, let the curve wash over you as a whole thing, as you move through it with yer eyes up." Said Brandywine, The Old skunk smiling as they took a pull on their brass one hitter. "You gots yourself a case of the literary brain there, friend. you see one moment, and freeze in it, analyzing, pickin' apart every little thing until you've shaped it into what you want it to be, so you can address it without bein' affected. Nah man. It ain't like that." they offered the pipe to the rider, seated as they were on the bike, who waved their hand politely declining. The old skunk shrugged, and pulled a pinch of flower out of the glass vial in the pocket of their denim vest. and leaned up against the post supporting the Awning the two were under. They stroked their chin as the weed began to creep in. "Think of it like this: would you ask someone to dance and as soon as the song started playing just, look the singer dead in the eye and say 'I want to unpack your word choice in this song as it seems to indicate that you're partying to escape some heretofore unexamined persn'l issues?' Christ I hope not, Hoss." The old skunk sparked the pipe and took a deep lungfull, holding in the acrid smoke and then releasing it in a white cloud. Followed by a couple of short coughs. "Nah Man, first of all you just gotta start limbering up...." The skunk strode around, and reached their arms over the rider, heavy leather-wrapped palms pressing against the rider's medial delts, sliding to the front of them, and down over the rider's arms. squeeezing at the taut forearm muscles. "See? it's like yer tryna do a push up on them there bars, just relax. There see? like i was sayin, you don't freeze and pick apart every lil thing, instead, just...be present, and let the moment wash over you...." as they spoke, the weed hit, and surreptitiously, they leaned in, that plush skunk gut smooshing up around the rider's head and neck and shoulders, the smell of weed and sun warmed fur swirling around them like a scarf as Brandywine's heavy hands gently slid up and down those forearms. The rider, trembled a little, their mind racing, their face flush, and...much to their chagrin, their groin warm. "In all the years i've been 'round, I find the best parts of life....are all lived that way..." The skunk smiled noticing the subtle changes in tension and then the gentle relaxation, as their hands slid back and gently stroked a digit up the rider's cheek. "take it from me, wontcha, hoss?"