Hangover

I was walking to class nursing a hangover, directing all focus on placing one foot in front of the other in a mechanical manner. Much harder than you think to maintain composure In the light of day when traces of the past nights indulgence are still evident to the naked eye no matter how many cups of coffee you chugged: the appearance of my clothes slightly off kilter, my skin still reaks of gin and cigarettes.

Last cigarette of the night

There something about a cigarette; the way your fingers caress the filter, the way cherry softly glows in the night air, the way the smoke drifts and traces a path of a drunkard like fading footsteps in the sky. It's not all about the nicotine... okay it is mostly about the nicotine.