A406/Tales from the night before

My morning dog walks always reveal something of the night before,depending on the route I take different stories emerge.My route this morning along a depressing path that runs parallel to the A406 ,which as no redeeming feature,just a path that goes from A to B. Despite this it as broken down benches that face out towards the dullest part of the road,just 4 feet from the edge of a 20 metre drop protected only by a single railing (on another note it is sadly a popular spot for suicides).

I often wonder who decides to sit there and party/get high/drunk,why not somewhere just a little nicer.What do they talk about….I think of it as a suburban version of cider drinking in countryside bus shelters.