I crawled out the window to smoke cigarette. I could have walked out the door like a gentleman, but I chose the window. It's my honorary declaration to my past life as a punk teen who never knew the difference between handling a tit or a raw piece of chicken meat. Dumb and animalistically needed. Good old days.
And I smoke cigarettes like most people would smoke a fine Cuban cigar. Yes, I inhale. But it happens as frequently as a suburban New York apology. Gotta grab the joy when you can.
And now I sit back and enjoy the smooth-throated-warmth of a Balvenie, Doublewood 12 year old scotch.
And I smoke cigarettes like most people would smoke a fine Cuban cigar. Yes, I inhale. But it happens as frequently as a suburban New York apology. Gotta grab the joy when you can.
And now I sit back and enjoy the smooth-throated-warmth of a Balvenie, Doublewood 12 year old scotch.