The strike of a match. Dancing flame, leaping out wildly. The short, crisp sound of a cigarette being lit. Inhaling, I fill my lungs with sweet smoke before letting it out slowly in your face, the smoke tickling your mouth and nose. Its int0xicating. Almost as soon as it began, I put out my cigarette. I pull out my box of matches and a fresh cigarette. Light another. Deep inhale. Deeper exhale. How many light-ups can you handle before the smoke and dizzy euphoria is too much for you?