The head shop in Tal near Isartor is closed. I found this out yesterday as I stopped by to make good on a promise to a friend who lives in a land where such smoking accouterments are unavailable. In its place is some US-ghetto-wannabe shop with overpriced baggy shorts, shirts and shoes. It feels so urban. My friend, were he so inclined, would have no trouble obtaining any of this merchandise. He insists on a water pipe.
Where else in this town can you find a damned head shop?
Those who know me well enough can vouch that there must be an actual friend or acquaintance involved; this dog is well-known for keeping off the grass.
woof.
