Snippet from Ripply's Diary

25th Dec 2008

Where’s my lighter? Where the fuck is it? I hate this. You know how it is; you need something real bad which would mean you’ll almost never get it. It's like the little fuckball lighter’s hiding out somewhere havin’ a little laugh. Well, fuck the lighter, fuck this shitty apartment, fuck christmas and fuck you. I’ll just use the stove.

I light the cigarette on the stove and take a long drag. Feels just like it should be. Good.
On a cold night this, feeling the smoke creeping into my lungs bringing the warmth of a sure silent death, is bliss. Then the nicotine kicks in; jump starting particles of dormant euphoria in my brain. Ah, my best mate, Luckies.

And to think I never used to smoke…