May 8, 2015
American spirits
I still get a buzz, that buzz from a cigarette. The ember at the end of the stick from when I inhale it. After a long day I like to take a smooth drag, and watch the smoke dance to the music of smooth jazz. I hangout with cool camels and cowboy killers, but I prefer the American Spirit as the choice for my time fillers. When I'm bored I search for my pouch and grab my papers, and begin to roll one up in between my fingers. Once the tobacco is packed in just right, I grab my lighter and then take flight. I walk when I smoke just to clear my mind, and to let my imagination capture what it might find.
