you’re home late one night sitting on the couch and you’ve had a
stressful day and you don’t have a plan for the evening but you
jump in the car and you drive down the street to your local
seven eleven where the nice man behind the counter asks you what
he can get you and you say can i get a pack and he reaches for
the box and he sets them on the counter and maybe he asks to see
your i.d. and you grab a white lighter and he rings you up as
across the register screen flashes unless of course you are a
camel person in which case you see CAMEL 5.39 if you smoke
turkish royales because everyone knows those are the best and
you sit in your car and you roll down the window and you smack
that pack of cigarettes against the dashboard and you smack and
you smack packing those cigarettes in ritual beautiful american
ritual and you undo that gold string like you are undressing a
beautiful hooker and you open the lid and you pull off the front
wrapper and you blow on the nicotine sawdust and there before
you are twenty w