Sensation #8 - Five cigarettes in

I should probably stop doing this for the third time. The first is always one hell of a high, the second an excellent chaser to the first.


But by number, three, four, and the inevitable realization that many follow, well, your mouth becomes paper.


Not the good kind. Not the paper on the back of candy buttons with its sugar residue or even the quick 'oooh gross' that comes with licking a stamp. This paper tastes like old news - stale, black and white, a little gray, and ultimately a sign of dying childhood.





Cigarettes were cool about ten years ago.
Now they just cause cancer.

And the stink eye from people who watch knowing you're ultimately getting cancer by choice.



I wonder if anyone thinks about liver cancer when they watch people drink? We're probably going to get that too.



I don't know, man, but that's what it's like. Your lungs squeeze together and resist your own actions. It tastes good and bad together, like something foggy up in your brain and your nose at the same time. It's tantamount to sneaking out of the house for the first time.


Sure, the fear of getting caught smoking is almost that great these days. Especially in a town where they hate you for it.





None of the pretty people smoke anymore.
And I don't know what that means.