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I can't remember where, when or even why I met Petra. It was the late seventies and I was stoned mostly from Friday night to Sunday night. I guess that answers the why part at least. I was eighteen and the sound of the school bell had not yet become a distant echo in my head. I got a job and left home to live in a down-town rented room in a low cost like private hotel. It cost a third of my wages but at least three meals and laundry was included. My best mate Lennie shared a flat with his older brother Cecil and every Friday night after work I'd buy a bottle of vodka and catch a ride to his place. I stayed with him until Sunday night. It was so cool. Cecil worked as a rep at a large food-canning factory so there was always enough food in the kitchen for us to eat. One of the crazy things we used to do when we were stoned was to take the labels off all the cans in the cupboards so that we never knew if we were going to have baked beans or spaghetti for breakfast. This was always very funny