i eat a banana to even out the dizzy of the cigarette.
Bobby laughs and talked about how annoying it is when someones squeezes the filter.
i pause and lighten the grip on mine and click my eyelids open and close
leaving a blank stare.
Trying to create a design in the air, i listen to him giggle while i wave my hand back and forth.
I never let the smoke pour out of my, i control each fume with my lips, blowing it into the air.
sometimes these moments don't seem worth it to be like it
sometimes i remember the night air being enough for my lungs
and even less often i see the point to change.