he woke up to to
a buzzing noise
through his bleary vision
he made out the drone
it was a CenturionAir RS series
he could tell it was
watching him
he opened his skeye
and the drone made contact
almost instantly jettisoning
the cannister
at his side
when he picked up the
cannister
the drone was long gone
he opened the cannister
and dropped out the contents
a handwritten note and
a flattened beer cap;
Lowenbrau
someone had written
smoke me
above the printed coordinates
he put the numbers into the
gps and the paper
into his pipe
and lit it.
yes it was old grandpa hempboldt paper
he felt his toes tickling