the step daughter smokes cigarettes. marlboro lights, hard pack to be specific. shell smoke one first thing in the morning. then later in the day if life provides one ounce of stress. then if she needs to make a private call to her boyfriend or father. then after dinner. honestly weve long since given up trying to stop her. she may croak of lung cancer one day. her choice.
anywho, theyre same brand i used to smoke back in the day. i would smoke em when i went to a bar or nightcliub. they seemed to go well with drinking beer and chasing women. the other day im on the porch and the step daughter had left her pack and lighter on the porch table.
i look at the cigarettes for a few seconds.
i go back to typing on my computer.
i look at them once again.
i go back to typing.
look again.
i type.
look.
i grab em, pop one in my mouth and light er up.
the first puff brought be back to those days, back in my twenties, hitting the clubs, getting drunk smoking, hitting on girls, going home alone. ahhhh the good ole days. it was interesting how it brought back memories. smoking a cigarette. maybe i'll start smoking a pipe. you know to embed some new memories in my olfactory part of the brain.
2 comments:
You need to move forward rather than look back.
good advice.
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