Marlboro Blues

“I only smoke when I’ve been drinking, but rarely when I get stressed. I’m not a fan of menthol – cigarettes should not remind you of toothpaste.  But when I’m bumming at a party beggars can’t be choosers. I like to carry a lighter with me in case I ever need it. Lime green is my favorite color of lighter, though it’s not my favorite color at all. I like the intensity of the bright hue, the way it flashes against the flickering flame. I’ll use a lighter for more important highs, but when I crave a cigarette hardly anything else will do. Tobacco’s got a rich odor, pungent, reminding me of long afternoons spent riding through town with the windows down, our fingers dangling the cancer sticks out the window as we blasted The Beatles or The Doors. The taste reminds me of high school, the innocence of lying with my friends in a field, though we hardly did anything innocent at all.”

The above is a passageway from an old notebook. I’ve been going through a lot of my old writings trying to find inspiration and scenes for the book I’m working on. I’ve found that the best parts of my story come from life experience or were influenced by spontaneous writings.

More old excerpts are to come; and maybe eventually a few sneak peaks from my book will be posted as well. Now, back to work! (…and by work I mean reading and writing – a good fiction story is hard work after all).

 

 

 

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