Let’s leave the advertisers out of it
It’s our own taglines that make it hot
I smoke because I like to stand on the deck on a cool night and share a drink and breathe more than air
I smoke for the nostalgia
I smoke for the romance
I smoke because I like the way a white filter looks in my hand
And I like how the tar tastes when it clings to my lungs
No Madison Avenue men had to sell the nicotine
Watching cowboys was commercial enough
I picked up a cigarette, lit it, and decided to keep going
There’s something about inhaling that twinge of pain
The psychology of it is such a damn riot
It kills me
10.04.10
