As usually sitting on my favourite chair, smoking
and thinking about money, sex, revolutions and all.
But this time I had a candy bar in my other hand.
After a certain time I realized the ciggerate was long gone and surprisingly I was thinking the same kind of shits like before with that candy bar.
I couldn’t dare touch another ciggerate that day,
But next day I bought two big fat packs of them.
And still I am writing this shit.