I was out this weekend, when came a chance to take some photos. I remember thinking after I took the photo above that I can’t understand why they all smoke. They always smoke around this time. She went and bought smokes before we got here.
“I don’t smoke…
Nerves? Weird foreign dude that just wants to take some photos? I dunno. I was never really curious before so fuck it, I asked.
“Why the cigarettes if you don’t smoke?..”
“…stress… I started yesterday.”
Well fuck, nothing to do with me. I probably shouldn’t have asked as this became more a psychological session than anything else. I put my camera away after the second straight smoke. Why bother.
Checked my phone, probably my own nervous twitch to find some sad news from home.
We shared the third one.
And the forth.