COME ON.
God I miss smoking.
Those carefree days where everything was dramatic and things that now seem pointless and stupid were powerful and poignant.
Where one would fall in love with the flick of a match and would fall out of it just as quickly.
There was a freedom that came with it, a rebellion, and it was rebellious. A very idealistic pushing back against something, anything. It wasn’t about freedom or rights, it was about setting yourself apart but it was not about being different.
There existed a rich drama in the smoke, in the glow. It was quiet there, contemplative. Sadly the things I believed were worthy of contemplation were trite, confused, and stereotypical. They were the proverbial low hanging fruit of the intellectual world.
But goddamn, it was fun. (And miserable).
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