It was something about how the smoke drifted out from between his lips and danced with the fresh air in front of his face that calmed him.
Many thought it was the nicotine, seeping deep into his pores, flowing through his system, numbing his brain. The haze before him was what lowered his heart beat, brought him down, relaxed his core.
The long day of work seemed to drift behind him, forgotten amongst the swath of smoke. His back didn't hurt anymore, the dirt lodged under his fingernails didn't matter. Deep inside his lungs, the smoke churned, coating everything it touched - he'd begin to drift.
With a Marlboro between his lips - he could take on the world.
Oh, Drew - this brought me immediately to Grammy! Except she was never a Marlboro smoker...
ReplyDeleteHmmmm, what does it take to get me to feel like I can take on the world? You and your brother.
ieyu, ilys!
this is great! it (almost) makes me want to start smoking! haha
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