January 2010
6 posts
Learning to smoke →
I didn’t know how to hold it. My fingers, clamped on the little cigarette, looked porcine, oversized, poorly positioned. The smoke, ashy and light, filled my mouth, made my eyes water. I coughed on every drag, even though I barely inhaled. I covered all this up by walking fast, figuring I’d just look like a man with places to go, a busy man, smoking his daily fact of life, not a poser considering...
