smokey puff puff
my first smoke was to impress some boy when i was 14.
i'm not entirely proud of that, but there's a certain way marlboro lights smoke tastes on balmy summer nights that takes me right back there....

i bloody love smoking.

the way that smoke tastes and hangs in the air on hot summer days is one of my favourite things

when i snuck out on to the roof of my parent's house to have a fag and watching the bats flitting in and out of the neighbours' trees the night before i left for uni.

the day not long ago that i bought a pack of marlboro lights and sat on my back door step chain-smoking, crying and listening to joni mitchell when i realised that i had to break up with my boyfriend of 3 years. (ok, well... that wasn't so fun.)

i would never have spoken to my best friend if we hadn't have both been smoking outside the art block.

oh, and being a bar wench, i would never get any breaks if i couldn't bugger off for a smoke and a natter with the Polish kitchen staff.

and there's nothing better in the world than the 5 minutes just before the bar i work in opens, when i'm standing out the front, wrapped up in a big jumper with a cigarette and a hot cup of tea clutched in 2 hands, watching people braving the frosty morning.

i even love the smoking ban (except when it's raining) because it gives you an excuse to leave situations or people you don't want to be sitting with, and you can go and just smoke and think. or flirt with other filthy smokers.

i'm not sure i would love it so much if my one remaining grandparent wasn't a man who smoked 60 a day for 50 years; and, due to TB after the war has smoked this bajillion fags with but one lung.

what a trooper.

but of course the number one reason i smoke is that i look so. fucking. cool.


i'll give up one day. when i give up being cool
(missmissy, Thu 20 Mar 2008, 21:30, Reply)