I Puffed Away First Thing

I puffed away first thing, I didn't even bother to get out of my robe. I kind of clutched it to my chest at the kitchen bench.

Daniel said I couldn't start the day off with the last cigarette, it just doesn't work that way. 

“Start the day?” I laughed. I looked at my watch. It was well into the afternoon.

“Yeah, well,” said Daniel. “Wherever you are coming at it from.”

“We can only smoke it once, you know.”

“My once, not yours.”

What does he know? I think. Oh yes, he's a doctor.

“You piss off the owner of the cigarette and he kills you.”

“Are you saying this is your cigarette?”

“My cigarette,” said Daniel. “What are you on?”

“Oh, don’t ask,” I said. My head wasn’t all together on straight.

“Jesus,” said Daniel. “That doesn’t sound great.”

“Oh, settle down, grandma, it was just a couple of pills.”

“A couple.”

“Three,” I said.

“Three?”

“Yeah,” I said. “And now I need this cigarette.”

“And Matthew? Did you lose him?”

“No, he’s unconscious in bed.”

“Not expecting to see him any time soon?”

“Nah.”

 

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