- Aperture: f/1.8
- Focal Length: 50mm
- ISO: 400
- Shutter: 1/125 sec
- Camera: NIKON D80
“Those things’ll kill you,” the clerk says. “They’re cancer sticks. Death nails.”
I move my lips and hope it comes out as a smile. My friends relinquished the habit long ago. I just started, and already the jokes are as stale as the week-old smoke clinging to my body. I’ve seen the warnings, heard the public service announcements. Truth is, I don’t give a fuck.
The sun rises and I reach for Dunhills, made in London and wrapped in white, tasting of smoked cheese and shortbread. Tasting like hope. The sun sets and I reach for Djarum Blacks, made in Indonesia and coated in spices, tasting of cinnamon and cloves.
In the darkness, I sit in my swing, motionless save the ceaseless hand to mouth. Sweet masks the smoke, and eugenol numbs the pain.
Life should be like that.
Music: Like A Prayer by Madonna (lyrics)