I like the way a fresh firm pack feels in my hand. I like peeling away that little piece of cellophane and seeing it twinkle in the light. I like coaxing that first sweet cylinder out of its hiding place and bringing it slowly up to my lips.
Striking a match, watching it burst into a perfect little flame and knowing that soon that flame will be inside me...
I love the first puff, pulling it into my lungs. Little fingers of smoking filling me, caressing me, feeling that warmth penetrate deeper and deeper, until I think I'm going to burst!
Then - WHOOSH! - watching it flow out of me in a lovely, sinuous cloud, no two ever quite the same....
Cujo
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"Pain is the fuel that fans the flames of my pyre. A battle plan is only as good as the general carrying it out on the field. This is my war son,
and I have the biggest bombs and the smallest conscience"...
