>BreakfastThe first sip of hot coffee jump-starts the whole process. No sugar. No cream. It smells like chocolate.
Chocolate Macadamia I think, then pause, surprised that I was thinking. I drink coffee, therefore I am. I drink the week old battery-acid oozing from the bottom of coffee pot if that's all I have, but this is much better.
Now a hit of nicotine. A cigarette comes out of its yellow box in a practiced motion. Flick, roll the thumb, and now I have flame. Inhale and the tip ignites with a quiet crackle that only I can hear. Snap! The lighter shuts, and back to the table it goes. The taste and smell of burning tobacco is distinctive - American Spirits - richer and milder than the big-brand crap. I feel smug for a second and then remember that this stuff is killing me.
What was I supposed to do today? Oh yeah, volleyball tonight. Laundry as well; both the high-tech whisk-the-sweat-away shirts I have need to be cleaned. They worked great but smelled afterwards. That's sweat for you.
I take another sip. It was sunny already. One of the benefits of waking in the afternoon. It was going to be a good day. |