Tuesday, March 6, 2007

There's really no joy in smoking a cigarette by yourself. Especially when it's two in the morning, below freezing and nobody else is around to talk with. Smoking at that hour is well and fine when you have interaction; drinking a drink, television or just some conversation between you and someone else. Sans addiction there is absolutely no point. it gets boring and the weather premits you from actually enjoying the inhaling and puffing of a sweet buzz. You implode and begin to think about what it is you're exactly doing. Questions arise. Why am I out here? Why did I want a cigarette so bad? Who the fuck first decided to roll this brown shit up and apply fire? Basically, it's a lonely, sombering experience. Maybe they should offer a companion smoker with each pack bought to keep semi-drunks from asking too deep of introspective questions in order to allow the buying smoker to enjoy what they originally intended to do- smoke a cigarette and catch a taste of what it felt like to be innocent once.

2 comments:

Katie said...

That's why smokers smoke? To feel innocence? Are you sure it was a cigarette you were smoking and not a little kind bud?

Anonymous said...

I love this one!! It is sad that we smokers feel the need to stand in below freezing weather to achieve that nicotine high we ohh so crave, but I'm happy to know now that it's not the nicotine I'm addicted too, just the search for my once innocent soul:)