I miss smoking cigarettes. I miss not
feeling the shame and guilt and
consciousness that I have now.
I mean, we knew it was bad for us back
then
when we were younger
but we just didn't care and like all things
when we were younger
we thought we were infinite and immortal
we thought we were untouchable
so we smoked a pack a day
getting high off of cigarettes
I miss the smell of it still
I can taste it when I smell it
I miss smoking it in my car with the
windows rolled down before I knew it
would stain my car years later and that my
mother and father would shame me for it
I miss the camaraderie of the community
i miss packing my cigarettes
I got good at it. I was a pro
I miss walking into the gas station asking
for 27s because my boyfriend at the time
told me it tasted like peanut butter.
it didn't. but I got them anyway
the clerk had to ID me because i looked
younger than 18.
When said boyfriend asked if he was right about
it tasting like peanut butter
i lied, and lit the cigarette, agreeing with him