I light a cigarette.
Simple act, yes ?
I inhale.
Memories flood my mind.
A club in Orlando.
I'm 15.
I'm inundated by girls.
I'm shocked.
A home.
My dad yelling at me.
I'm hurt.
An aircraft.
I'm scared.
So very scared.
A hacienda.
I'm relaxed.
Spike...
I remember Spike.
Jones.
Those damned menthol
things he smoked.
I exhale.
I shiver.
I guess ghosts are real.
Regards,
Lex
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Lex..Keep Going...always Keep Going.
I get that same feeling sometimes.When others are around me smoking..
I quit 20 years ago..but unbelievably, still crave it..every now and then.
Memories of parties, being drunk, doing stupid things.My mom yelling me.
Running away to meet up with friends.Doing almost anything just to get the money just to BUY those smokes.Yeah..anything.
Oh yes..ghosts are real.
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