Craving that lethal smoke.
This day I had smoked way too many cigarettes for my own good; it was late at night and, by then, I had lost count of how many cigarettes I'd smoked. I confess I wouldn't be surprised if, at any point, I'd have a heart attack. I am really testing fate but... smoking is better than sex, a powerful addiction. A sweet disease. I take another deep, brutal drag from my cigarette and let the smoke inside my lungs for as long as I can; and when I finally exhale, close to no smoke comes out from between my glossy lips. A series of confessions follow. Warning for grap... Show more