I’m the one with the cigarettes

Lighting the third cigarette in a row

Lit it, smoke it, wash it away with small puffs of smoke.

In Arabic they say ishrab il cigara.

To drink it away.

A community of rebellion or being a man.

That’s the thing about smoking though, always found it to be something in particular for traveling. Travel here, travel there, always have a pack of friends but you know that friendship will last five ten minutes until you have another one. And then you become that obnoxious asshole that people stare at in disgust. But that’s fine. It is much better than to stand around doing nothing and waiting for life to take you away. Give a cigarette away to those who would like it. There was a girl at a bus stop who asked me for one. I looked at her and asked how old she was. A curt 16, and a “are you gonna gimme one or not”

Too young to smoke, too young to smoke, I told her she’s too young to smoke, and to get insulted then and there for judging and it’s not my place and stuff.

And to look at her with a grin, bringing up the third cigarette to my lips and say,

– I’m the one with the cigarettes.