i thought that was a myth.

while lugging groceries down Great Western road, we noticed two Scottish gents walking opposite us with bottles of scotch and vodka for all the world to see. we laughed at the exposure of labels and glass and our country's puritanical brown paper bags. in the convenience store on the corner we bought our Smirnoff Vodka from a cute boy drenched in a Glaswegian drawl. he asked for i.d and pushed the bottle towards me. again we laughed and told him that at home it's illegal to parade your forthcoming inebriation around on the street.

"Really? I thought that was a myth. What do they like arrest you on the street?" he asked.

we all smiled at such prohibition tactics and hoped for similar encounters. filled with cultural exchanges and Scottish accents that none of us can understand, but turn our minds to mush regardless.